Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Summer 2012 FMCA Rally Circuit

Our last chapter concluded on Tuesday, August 14th, when we arrived in Monticello, Indiana for the first of four consecutive motor coach rallies we will be attending this summer.  We arrived at the White Oaks RV Resort late in the afternoon and got settled in.  This is one of our membership resorts with Western Horizons Resorts, so it only cost us six dollars a day to stay here.  Non members got a good rate, about $25 a night, but I like ours better.  It is one of the nicer WHR parks we have been in, located right on a lake with nice wooded grounds.

We are here for a rally of the Full Timers Chapter of the Family Motor Coach Association (FMCA), a chapter of which I am the Vice President.  You don’t have to be an actual “Full Timer” to be a member, one can be a part timer, most timer, or even just thinking about full timing.  However, like us, a lot of the members are actually full time with no house.

After we got set up we waited for our friends the Bullocks to come back from shopping.  They were not expecting us until Wednesday or Thursday, so they were excited to see us.  We last saw them in Arizona back in April, so we had a lot of catching up to do at happy hour.  After happy hour we had dinner in our coach and relaxed the rest of the evening.

Wednesday, August 15th, we didn’t have much going on with the rally so we left the coach at about 10:00 with the Bullocks to do some geocaching.  Regular readers will remember that we introduced the Bullocks to geocaching less than two years ago and they are already up to 1,400 finds.  They got number 1,400 today while we were caching, so we had to take a photo for posterity.  They had intentionally held off on reaching that milestone until we got into town.  We also had to cache today to fill the date on our days of the year challenge.  We ended up getting eleven new finds with only one new DNF. 

We had lunch at a local restaurant called Oakdale Dam Inn.  The place had been recommended by several people and it was only a couple miles from the campground.  It is a funky kind of bar and grill right on the river.  It was not real busy today for some reason.  They have a special on Wednesday which three of us ordered.  It was a prime rib sandwich served on grilled Texas toast with Provolone cheese and it was wonderful.  The restaurant doesn’t even have prime rib on the menu, they only make one on Tuesday night and use it to make the sandwiches on Wednesday.  Peggy had the catfish, which the place was supposed to be famous for, and said it was only so-so.  She said it was overdone, so that might have just been a cooking mistake.  They also have an extensive menu of beer, both tap and bottle.  I would give the place high marks.  It can be a little hard to find, so pay attention to the directions if someone tells you how to get to it.  There are signs along the roads, but they are small and if you miss one you will end up on the other side of the river somewhere.

Unfortunately, while we were driving around in our Jeep exploring and caching, I noticed that the A/C was not blowing cold air anymore.  RATS!  Although overall our Jeep has been a very good car, this will make the fourth time the A/C has quit since we bought it in 2009.  There is something in the design of the front of the car that is making the condenser for the A/C fail.  It either moves around and breaks the lines or something is rubbing on the condenser and wearing a hole in it.  Either way, the freon escapes, the A/C stops working and we have to find a Jeep dealer to get it fixed.  On average it has been happening about every nine to ten months.  Twice it was fixed under warranty and the third the extended warranty covered most of the cost, but the inconvenience is the biggest problem.  This time I plan to contact the Jeep corporation and complain.  I decided to wait until we got to Springfield, Ohio for the Monaco rally next week to get it fixed.  I called the Jeep dealer in Springfield and made an appointment. 

After lunch we headed back to the coaches and rested for the afternoon.  About 4:30 we sat outside with the group of Full Timers, which now numbers about 14 coaches, had cocktails and chatted.  We had dinner with the Bullocks in their coach and Peggy made one of my favorites, a tomato basil pasta dish that is to die for.  It is one of the only entree meals I like that has no meat.  After dinner we talked for a while before going back to our coach for the rest of the night.

Thursday, August 16th, we woke up to dark and cloudy skies.  The weather forecast said a 40 percent chance of showers, but the sky was saying closer to 100 percent.  This was supposed to be the first official day of the rally, although there were no major activities until late in the afternoon.  By mid-morning the skies had opened up and we had heavy rain and strong winds for about five hours, well into the afternoon.  The winds came up fast and strong.  One coach lost it’s awning because the owners were away and had left the awning out.  The wind tore it loose and tossed it over the top of the coach.  The Bullock’s fiberglass flagpole broke off in the wind.  I had taken my flags down and we rarely use our big awning, so we were safe from the winds. 

About 2:00 we went down to the clubhouse at the campground to have our first official get together for the rally.  We did our registration and got our “goody bags” from the wagonmasters.  They had russeled up a lot of stuff from various vendors and the bags were stuffed full.  We hung around the clubhouse for a couple hours talking to people and attending the first timers meeting.  We have been to several rallies, but they asked us to “mentor” some people for whom this was their first Full Timers Chapter rally.  We got the Bullocks.  They have belonged to the Chapter for a couple years but had never been able to get to a rally. 

After the afternoon get together we went back to the coach for an hour or so before returning to the clubhouse for happy hour with the group and dinner.  Dinner was cooked by the staff of the campground and was included as part of the rally fee we paid.  The dinner was ham and scalloped potatoes and it was very good.  This is a very nice campground, one of the best of the Western Horizon parks we have seen.  It is right on a large lake, although our campsites don’t have lake views or lake access.  There is a beach down by the clubhouse and the water looks very inviting.  I may have to go swimming one day during the rally.  After dinner we helped clean up and then went back to our coach and watched TV the rest of the night.

Friday, August 17th, we went down to the clubhouse at 10:00 to participate in the Full Timers Chapter business meeting.  I am the Vice-President of the Chapter, so I needed to be there.  Jackie also went both because she was interested in the meeting, but also because she had been appointed the official photographer for the rally.  One of the items I discussed with the membership at the meeting was the Ice Cream Social to be held at the FMCA Convention in Indianapolis in a couple weeks.  The Full Timers Chapter has been the official “hosts” of the Ice Cream Social for many years and this year Jackie and I are the “Captains” of this event, meaning we have to recruit volunteers to help and then manage the event. 

There really isn’t a whole lot to do for the event.  The ice cream is delivered by a vendor who contracted with Miller Insurance, the company that sponsors the event.  The only thing the Chapter has to do is show up with enough people to hand out ice cream to a couple thousand people, along with some people to help organize and direct the traffic through the event.  Jackie and I have helped out at about four or five of these at past FMCA rallies, but this will be our first time acting as Captains.  We have lined up several dozen people already and there are always more than enough that show up at the event to get everything done.  The whole thing only lasts about 90 minutes and then that is the end of our volunteer commitment for the rally.

As Captain it is also my job to give out volunteer ribbons and pins to those who help at the social, and also to offer special volunteer parking spaces to anyone who wants one.  Only three people did.  Many of the people helping us with the social are also volunteers with some other group and are already committed to parking, some will be parking with the governing board, and some, like us, have assigned parking at the rally which we think will give us full hookups.  We don’t want to give up assigned parking for a spot in a field somewhere with the volunteers.

After the business meeting Jackie and I went out to do some shopping at Walmart and then we stopped at a local restaurant called Harvest Time, which was close to Walmart.  We found a very nice restaurant with great service, wonderful food, and it was very inexpensive.  Every sandwich on the lunch menu comes with a cup of soup and you can get fries also.  Jackie had a chicken sandwich and I had a Reuben and both were great.  The bill for the both of us was under $20 and we were stuffed.  A great place to eat if you find yourself in Monticello, Indiana. 

After lunch we went back to the campground and relaxed for most of the afternoon.  Jackie did spend some time putting together her taquito casserole for the get together with the group in the afternoon.  We left the coach and went back down to the clubhouse for happy hour about 5:00.  The schedule said that we were to have “heavy hors d’oeuvres, but most everyone fixed something that would have worked for a pot luck.  It ended up being more than enough food to make a real meal, not just a snack.  I am sure that no one went away hungry, or had dinner after they left.  We visited with everyone at the party for a couple hours before returning to the coach and watching TV the rest of the night.

Saturday, August 18th, we once again went down to the clubhouse at 10:00 for another meeting, this time with the Chapter’s National Director, Jack Friedlander.  By way of explanation, every Chapter in FMCA, and there are over 500 chapters, elects a National Director who represents the chapter in the governance structure of FMCA.  FMCA has a large Executive Board comprised of a variety of elected officers who handle the day to day governance of the organization.  However, any major changes to the bylaws or constitution, approval of the budget, and other important tasks are considered by the Governing Board, which is made up of all the National Directors.  The Governing Board only meets once a year at an FMCA Convention. 

Jackie has been a Governing Board member twice in the past and this year I am an appointed National Director for one of the many chapters we belong to.  This really means I have to spend an entire day at the convention in a massive meeting.  Jack wanted to have the meeting today with the membership of the Full Timers to get feel for how they would like him to vote on some of the issues which will be coming up.  There were also about six individuals in the meeting of the Full Timers who are also on the Governing Board representing other chapters.  We had about an hour and a half of discussion on many of the issues facing FMCA which may come up at the Convention in a couple of weeks.  FMCA, like many organizations, is facing real financial issues.  Membership is falling, revenue is declining, everything is getting more expensive and the organization is facing problems, even failure, in the future.  Should make for an interesting meeting.   

After the meeting we and the Bullocks went out for more geocaching in the area.  According to Groundspeak, the company that runs geocaching.com, and basically the whole sport of caching, declared today “International Geocaching Day” and they were trying to get as many people as possible to go out and cache today.  We decided to join in and go get some caches.  We went out and got a couple of caches and then decided to go to lunch.  We tried another local place called Esmeralda’s located on the east edge of town.  Peggy and Vernon had gone there for breakfast a few days before and said it was a good place to eat.  We were again surprised at how much food they can give you for a reasonable price.  Like the Harvest Time CafĂ©, all the sandwiches came with soup and a side if you wanted it.  I had a cheese steak sandwich that was one of the best I have ever eaten.  The portions were big and the food was delicious.  Esmeralda’s is yet another Monticello eatery I can highly recommend.  After lunch we did a couple more caches before returning to the campground.  We found six new caches for the afternoon.

We returned to our coach for a brief rest before leaving about 5:00 to drive to a local restaurant where the group was having dinner.  We and the Bullocks went a little early so we could have a cocktail in the bar before the rest of the group arrived for dinner.  We were at a place called the Sportsman Inn and it is located on the shore of Lake Freeman, one of the two man-made lakes on the Tippacanoe River that are in the vicinity of Monticello.

The Sportsman is a little more upscale than the other restaurants we have been to in Monticello, but still fairly casual.  This is a recreational area, so the businesses tend to be oriented more to casual.  We had cocktails in the bar and chatted with some locals while we waited for the rest of the group to arrive.  About 6:00 all of the group arrived and we were seated in the dining room.  There was no set menu so everyone ordered what they wanted off of the menu.  The rally provided a $15 per person “allowance” to help pay for the meal.  It was really just a refund of the rally fee we paid some months ago, but cash is cash.

The food at the Sportsman was good, but not spectacular.  I had fish and chips, which were a very good Haddock that was lightly breaded and very tasty.  I ended up taking some of the meal home with me because the portions were very large.  Jackie had the Haddock grilled and she said it was excellent.  Most everyone was happy with their meals and the prices were very reasonable. 

After dinner we were scheduled to go on a two hour cruise on Lake Freeman aboard the Madam Carroll excursion boat.  The boat was docked right across the street from the restaurant, so we all just drove over there and parked after dinner.  Boarding didn’t start until 7:30, so we ended up having to wait in line for 45 minutes for boarding, but we had a good time talking amongst the group.  Once we got on board we had another hour before the boat actually took off, but at least there was a bar on the boat, so we could have a cocktail while we waited.

The Madam Carroll made her first cruise on Lake Freeman in August 1976.  The boat is 135 feet long and 36 feet wide with three decks.  She is the largest inland vessel in Indiana.  The first deck is a large enclosed lounge with a bar and dance floor.  There was a band set up in there and basically the boat is cruising night club.  The second deck is mostly open, although there is a small snack bar near the bow.  There is also a very small, open third deck on top of the snack bar. 

At 7:30 the boat started the cruise down Lake Freeman.  The dock is near the north end of the lake and we were told that it is ten miles from there to the dam on the south end which creates the lake.  We were all surprised at the number of very nice homes along the entire lake shore on both sides.  The lake is long and narrow, in most places only a mile or two across.  We also had a mini-flotilla of small boats tagging alongside for most of the trip.  I suspect that they were listening to the band on lower deck.  Most of the windows on the lower deck were open, so it was a floating jukebox for the people in the small boats.

About halfway down to the lower end of the lake the sun had set and it got pretty dark.  It was too bad that the trip started so late because about two thirds of the cruise were in the dark and there wasn’t much to see once it got dark.  It also got surprisingly cool.  Towards the end of the cruise, about 10:30 or so, I had to hunker down in the snack bar to get out of the cool wind.  I had not thought to bring a sweater or jacket and it was cold.  We finally got back to the dock at 10:30, got into our car and drove back to the campground.  It has been a long time since I have been out driving this late at night.

Sunday, August 19th, we went down to the clubhouse about 10:00 for distribution of prizes.  The rally masters, Sandy and Jean, had contacted a whole bunch of the FMCA vendors that come to various rallies and asked them for donations for our rally.  They got a lot of prizes, enough for everyone to get two or three items.  Most were smaller things, like packets of waste tank deodorant, cleaning supplies, that sort of thing.  There were also some nice things like map books and camping directories.  We won one of the directories but gave it away because we do everything on the computer so we don’t have to have the big, heavy books.

After the prize giveaway we and the Bullocks took a drive to the nearby cities of Lafayette and West Lafayette, Indiana.  We did a few caches while down that way, finding three and earning one DNF.  We spent some time driving around the campus of Purdue University, which is located in West Lafayette.  Purdue is actually part of the Indiana State University system and was founded in 1869.  It now has over 40,000 students in any given academic year.  It was interesting today driving around because school starts in just a few days and the streets were filled with students wandering around.  Many looked very young and were probably members of the new freshman class trying to find their way around.  After our tour we drove back to the campground for a brief rest.  I also took an hour or so to take down the outside decorations and screens because tomorrow is another travel day.

About 5:00 we again went down to the clubhouse for dinner, again provided by the staff of the campground for our group.  This meal was chicken with rice and broccoli.  The chicken and broccoli were very tasty, but the rice was badly undercooked and most people didn’t eat much of it.  After dinner we chatted for a little while before cleaning up and going back to our coaches for the rest of the night.

Monday, August 20th, we packed up the coach for travel and were on the road about 9:00 a.m.  We got an early start because we were headed for Springfield, Ohio, about 220 miles to the southeast of Monticello.  We are going to Springfield for the Monaco International Chapter rally.  This is another FMCA Chapter we belong to which always has pre-rallies before the big FMCA conventions.  The Bullocks, who also own a Monaco coach, followed us on the trip as they are going to the Monaco rally also.

The trip was freeway most of the way, but we had to go through the Indianapolis area again and then, once in Ohio, through the Dayton, Ohio area.  As we have discovered, the roads in Indianapolis are atrocious.  At one point today I am driving down I-65 at 60 mph when one side of the sun shade on my side of the windshield falls down onto the dash.  Now, these are fairly large, motorized shades and fortunately, it fell in such a way that I could see around it with no major difficulty.  There was no safe place to pull over at that time and by the time I thought I might be able to get over to stop and secure the shade, the other end fell down.  Well, problem solved, sort of.  At least it’s not in my way anymore.  Damn, another repair on the to-do list.

The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful and we arrived at the Springfield, Ohio Clark County Fairgrounds about 2:00 or so and got in line to get parked.  We had a slight delay because we had to pull over to disconnect our cars before parking and Vernon’s Jeep had a dead battery.  We got it jumped and then went to get parked.  It took a half hour or so but we finally got to our parking spot, which was mostly on pavement and a 30 amp electric hookup.  There was no water nearby, but I had filled my water tank so I didn’t need any.  The Bullocks are parked right next to us and our friends, the Kings, the Babcocks and the Wilsons, are only a few coaches down the row.

After we got coach set up and all the outside elements in place we and the Bullocks headed out in our car for some dinner and a quick Walmart run for supplies.  We stopped at a restaurant called Bob Evans for early dinner.  We were familiar with Bob Evans from our travels in the southeast back in 2006.  The are a family restaurant chain that we recalled had very good food.  I guess the best way to describe them would be an upscale Denny’s type place, or an Applebees without the bar.  Peggy and Vernon had never been to one, but after we ate they agreed it was a very nice place for a quick, but good, meal.  After eating we went to the Walmart, which was in the same parking lot, for some supplies and then back to the fairgrounds.  We had cocktails with the group and then relaxed the rest of the night watching TV.

Tuesday, August 21st, the first day of the Monaco International Rally.  Today was a fairly light day, the vendors didn’t open until 12:00 and there were no evening activities scheduled except for a beer and wine party around the new coach display at 5:00.  I left the coach with the Jeep at 7:30 a.m. and drove to the Springfield, Ohio Jeep dealer, Jeff Wyler Chrysler-Jeep, to try to get the air conditioning fixed.  I sat around the dealership for about two and a half hours before the service writer came to tell me that the problem was indeed a leak in the condenser.  However, unlike the previous several condenser failures, this one appears to have been damage to the front of the compressor rather than a failure of the lines going into the side.  Something forced the bottom of the front decorative fascia up and a part of it hit the bottom of the compressor and created a very small hole from which the freon gradually escaped.

Unfortunately, this meant that the extended warranty wouldn’t cover the expense of repair since a warranty only covers part failure, not part damage.  Rats.  He told me he could get a compressor in by morning and get the car finished in one day.  He suggested that I leave the car there so the technician could get started and not have to wait until tomorrow to take the old compressor out.  I agreed and they gave me a ride back to the fairgrounds.  I was back home by about 1:00 or so, but without a car for the day.

After I got back Jackie and I walked down to the vendor area so I could see what was there.  Jackie had already gone through the vendors and told me, not much.  She was right.  I would guess there were maybe a dozen vendors, none with anything I wanted to buy except for two people selling satellite dishes.  You may recall from a previous episode of this blog that our satellite dome got smashed by a low hanging tree limb when we were leaving an RV park in Abita Springs, Louisiana back in July.  Since that time we have been using our “spare” dish on a tripod which I have to set up every time we park somewhere. 

We talked to both dealers and got prices on various types of replacement satellite dishes.  Basically we had to choose between a roof mounted dome, similar to the one we had but by a different manufacturer, or a larger open-faced dish mounted on the roof.  The dome was the less expensive option, but with the dome you can not receive signals for high definition television, or HD.  Last year we replaced the old TV in the front of the coach with a new flat screen that is a very good HD television.  However, at that time we had a dome satellite dish and couldn’t get HD, so we just kept our regular satellite receiver and just watched standard TV on our HD set. 

The larger, open faced dish is fully HD capable, but to actually see HD television we would have to upgrade our satellite receiver to HD and subscribe to HD channels on our Direct TV account.  The larger dish was almost twice the price of the new dome.  We decided that we needed to think about this one for a while, so we gathered all the facts and told the dealers we would get back to them.  While we were down at the vendor area I went over to the parts truck that Navistar, the new owners of Monaco Coach, sent down and bought a new hub cap to replace the one I lost a few weeks ago due to the lousy roads of Louisiana.  It was probably one of the least expensive parts I have ever gotten from Monaco, the total was less than $15.  It took too trips to the parts truck to get it mounted though, they had forgotten to give some of the required retaining clips on my first trip.

After a brief rest in the coach we went done to the Preview Party and joined our friends for the sponsored beer and wine happy hour.  There were four RV dealers that brought new and used coaches to the rally for sale and this Preview Party was the first time the coaches were open for viewing.  They had more than enough beer and wine and also provided nice pulled pork sandwiches and other goodies that basically served as dinner for the day.  We spent an hour or so socializing, eating and drinking, before going back to our coach.  We sat outside with the Bullocks, Babcocks, and Wilsons for another couple hours before retiring to our own coach for the rest of the evening.

Wednesday, August 22nd, we were able to sleep in because there was not much going on with rally in the morning and we didn’t have a car to go caching or anything else offsite.  We had lunch at the coach and did a few chores until about 2:00 when we went down to the seminar rooms to attend a meeting with some of the executives from Navistar, the parent company of what used to be Monaco Coach but, within the last week, renamed Navistar Coach.  By way of background Monaco Coach Corporation, which made Monaco, Holiday Rambler, Safari, Beaver and several towable RVs, went bankrupt in 2008 when the economy took a dump.  In 2009 the assets of the company were purchased by Navistar, a very large company that is a sort of descendent of the old International Harvester company.  Navistar’s big business is large, over-the-road trucks.  They build International Trucks, large commercial busses, and a wide variety of military vehicles.  They also build their own large diesel engines, MaxForce, and Spartan Chassis, which, ironically, are used by several other motor home manufacturers.  Monaco Coach became a subsidiary of Navistar and continued making Monaco and Holiday Rambler branded motor homes.  Although they still own the names, they are not making Beaver or Safari at the current time.

The meeting was with Mike Snell, who is the President of Navistar RV LLC, and was an old Monaco Coach Corporation employee.  There were a lot of “leftover” executives from the old Monaco after the Navistar purchase.  The purpose of the meeting we were going to was for them to let us know what the future holds for Monaco and HR coaches.  Snell said that the name change was only at the corporate level, the actual motor homes would still have the Monaco and HR names.  He then went into the engine issue, which is a sore point for Navistar.  Without going into too much detail, Navistar gambled on a certain technology to make their big diesel engines compliant with current and upcoming Federal emissions standards.  They chose to try a different technology than used by any other engine maker.  It didn’t work out for them and has created real problems for the company because they are now lagging behind other truck makers who are using engines that already meet standards.  The original plan was to have all the Navistar coaches using MaxForce engines by now, but because they don’t yet have any available, they are having to go back to using Cummins engines, which is what we have in our coach. 

About halfway through the seminar my phone rang and it was the Jeep dealership letting me know my car was finished and the courtesy van was on the way to pick me up.  I left Jackie in the meeting and walked out to the gate of the fairgrounds so the guy could find me without having to wander around the confusing mass of coaches inside the park.  He took me back to the dealership and I paid for the work and took the car, now with working air conditioning again.  Yea!  They managed to do the job for about $120 less than the estimate, which was surprising and pleasing, but it was still $700 for the repair.  Ouch.  I drove back to the fairgrounds but missed the rest of the seminars for the afternoon.

At 5:00 we went down to the main assembly room of the rally for happy hour and dinner.  The evening get together  are one the biggest reason we still go to Monaco International rallies.  On the four main nights of the rally they always have an hour long, open bar happy hour, and then a catered dinner.  Over the years the food has been up and down in quality, but it is still an included meal and it gives you an opportunity to meet other members of the chapter and have a good time.  On three of the four nights they also have professional entertainment.  Like the food, the quality varies from night to night and year to year.  In our experience there is always at least one night with outstanding entertainment.

  Everyone at the rally has a place-card that can be put out early in the afternoon to reserve spots at tables.  We always have one of our group go early and reserve seats.  The tables in the dining area were set up for eight people, so our group of five couples set up at two tables which were side by side.  This left room at each of the two tables for other people, whom we may not know yet, to sit for drinks and dinner. This way we can meet new people.  The open bar usually means you drink a little more than you normally would, human nature I guess, but for the most part people don’t get raging drunk, just happy.  For an hour.  Thus, the term “Happy Hour.” 

Peggy and Vernon didn’t get to experience happy hour to the fullest since they were volunteer bartenders and didn’t get to drink until they were closed, but we saved them a seat and I went up and got their drinks for them before the bar closed so they wouldn’t miss out completely.  After cocktail hour they served dinner.  The dinner tonight was beef or chicken, along with veggies and roasted potatoes.  Both the chicken and beef were very dry, but the other stuff was pretty tasty.  They did have a very good salad bar that was available during the happy hour. 

After dinner they had entertainment, a piano player named Tommy Johnson, who has been entertaining professionally for forty years.  He was OK, but we had already heard him play at the coach preview the night before and his repertoire was pretty old fashioned and repetitive.  The bottom line was he was not a big hit with the audience.  Not too long after he started playing people started leaving.  Several tables, including some of our group, the Wilsons and the Babcocks, got to playing around building plastic cup pyramids on the tables.  They actually got pretty high and for a while more people were watching the pyramids than Tommy.  Kind of rude, I guess, but he wasn’t holding the audience.  We left after about twenty minutes, went back to the coach and sat outside with the group until about 9:00 or so.

Thursday, August 23rd, there were seminars all day, but nothing that Jackie or I wanted to go to.  We did go down to the vendor area before lunch and finally made up our mind on the satellite dish.  We went ahead and got the HD antenna and decided on which vendor to use.  The one we picked gave us the same dish for $100 less than the other guy, plus he would provide a new Direct TV HD DVR receiver for half price and install it as part of the original package.  Plus they gave a little discount for paying with cash.  We set it up for them to come Friday morning and install the new dish.

At noon we went down to the dining hall for a luncheon put on by another of the FMCA Chapters we belong to, the Monacos In Motion.  Monacos In Motion are a chapter that do caravans which are led by members of the chapter.  They offer much the same kind of service that the commercial caravan companies do at a third of the price.  We have never been on one of the caravans, but joined the chapter on the chance that one would come up that would be convenient for us.  They always have a business meeting and luncheon at the Monaco International rallies.  We had lunch, chatted with some friends, and then went back to the coach to get our stuff for some geocaching.

We went out with Peggy and Vernon and found six new caches, along with one new DNF.  We got back to the fairgrounds in time for the ice cream social at 3:00.  We went down for ice cream and looked at a couple of the new coaches they have on display.  The new Monaco coaches are very much upgraded from where the same models were when we bought ours.  Of course, they are much more expensive also.  When we bought our Knight it was the entry level diesel pusher, now it is about two coaches up from entry level.  After looking at coaches we went back to our coach and rested for a while before dinner.

At 5:00 we were back at the dining hall for happy hour and dinner.  Tonight’s dinner was pork loin or chicken and it was a little better than the night before.  Again, the salad bar was very good, as were, of course, the free drinks.  The after dinner entertainment tonight was outstanding.  It was a local Indiana group called Phil Dirt and the Dozers, six upper middle age guys who have been playing together for 25 years doing some really great 50's and 60's music.  Unlike the guy last night, almost no one left early and everyone was watching the show.  There were people dancing all around the room and everyone had a great time.  If they had entertainment like this every night it would be wonderful.  We stayed until they shut the music off at 8:30 and then went back to the coach and sat outside again for a little while with some of our group.  The nights have been very pleasant and it is nice to be able to sit outside again.

Friday, August 24th, the dish installers arrived at a little after 10:00 and started working on the new dish.  Jackie, Peggy, Suzie and Ramona all went out to go shopping while the guys stayed back at the fairgrounds.  It took the dish people a little under three hours to remove the old dome, install the new dish and receiver and get everything wired up and working.  We now have HD television in the front of our coach.  The little TV in the bedroom is not an HD, but it will still work off the antenna.  We don’t watch much TV in the back anyway.  While the girls were out they did some caching and got four new finds along with another new DNF.

After everyone got back we just hung around the coach until dinner time.  At 5:00 it was time for drinks and salad and then dinner at 6:00.  Tonight was ham and turkey, along with the usual fixings.  Tonight’s was the best food so far at the rally.  The after dinner entertainment was a folk country group called Hickory Wind and we left after the second song.  Not our style of music.  I’m not sure how many other people stayed, but we went back tot he coach and relaxed the rest of the night and watched our nice HD television.

Saturday, August 25th, the last day of the Monaco International rally.  We got up early and went down to the dining hall at 8:30 for breakfast, which is also included every day with the rally.  We don’t normally eat breakfast, but the Chapter’s business meeting was scheduled for this morning at 9:00, so we figured we might as well have breakfast.  Jackie had to be at the meeting because she was nominated to serve as one of the regional directors for Monaco International.  There are six regional directors and they asked her to run for Region 2, which is California, Arizona, Hawaii and Nevada.  Seemed like a perfect fit for her.  She was elected to the position, so she is now one of the Regional Directors for Monaco International.  Yea Jackie!

After the meeting Jackie and I had lunch and then loaded our laundry in the car and went out to do laundry.  We wanted to get it done so we wouldn’t have to worry about it at the FMCA Convention next week.  We found a laundry, put in the clothes and then shopped for a little bit at the Goodwill store next door.  We actually found a couple things there to buy.  After we got our laundry done we headed back to the coach.  At 5:00 it was happy hour, salads, and then dinner, this time beef or chicken cordon bleu.  The beef was tasty, but a little dry and overdone.  I didn’t try the chicken, but people said it was tasty.  There was no entertainment tonight, they only introduced the people who bought new coaches at the rally.  There were five new Monacos sold at the rally and we also heard that there were four or five used coaches sold too.  We all went back and sat outside for a couple hours enjoying the nice night.

Sunday, August 26th, another travel day.  Today we are traveling from Springfield, Ohio, back to Indianapolis, Indiana for the FMCA National Convention.  We are headed for the Indiana State Fairgrounds, about 140 miles back west on I-70 from Springfield, Ohio.  We got packed up and out of the Springfield Fairgrounds early, about 9:30 or so and had a relatively uneventful trip.  We arrived at the fairgrounds in Indianapolis about noon and were met by a friend of ours, Jack Friedlander, who was working at the gate as part of the parking crew.  They got us quickly parked and we began the process of setting up camp.  Unlike most FMCA Conventions, where we are parked in a parking lot or grass field, this fairgrounds had actual large campgrounds with hookups.  We had a site that was a combination gravel and grass with water, electric and sewer.  The electric was only 30 amp, but we are not expecting really hot weather, so that should be good enough.  They were also arranged oddly in that my utilities, including the sewer, were on the passenger side of the coach, the opposite of where they normally are.  I had to use some extensions and run the sewer under the coach to get to the sewer connection.  No big problem though, and it means we don’t have to take stingy showers like we normally do when we stay a week without sewer connections.  Yea!

While I was setting up the coach I saw some trucks from a company called Shade Pro drive by, so I flagged them down.  We needed to have a couple of small awnings replaced, a window awning and the one over the front door.  We had used Shade Pro earlier this year to replace all our topper awnings over our slides, and I liked their work.  I was surprised to see that the truck I flagged down was driven by the same guy who did our topper awnings in Arizona back in January!  He remembered me too.  He measured the awnings and said he would be back tomorrow to put them on.  Great service.

After we got the coach set up and settled in we headed back into the activities area of the fairgrounds so we could go to the chapter fair, which was the only rally activity scheduled for today.  Although our campground is on the fairgrounds property, it is at the far north end and quite a hike from where the rally activities are being held.  We weren’t sure about parking down around the activities area, so we flagged down one of the handicap trams that were running and got a ride to the Chapter Fair.

Most FMCA rallies, both the big National Conventions and the smaller area rallies, hold a Chapter Fair at the beginning of the rally.  It is really just a big room with tables where the different chapters of FMCA that are interested can set up booths with information about their chapters.  There are nearly 500 different chapters in FMCA, covering all kinds of interests and commonalities.  We belong to ten different chapters right now.  It was eleven before the 100%ers Chapter folded a couple years ago.  We didn’t have any commitments to help out at any of the booths set up by folks from chapters we belonged to, so we just wandered around and said hi to people we know.  Some of the people we chatted with are one’s who we only see at FMCA events and some we haven’t seen in a couple of years since we didn’t do the FMCA Convention in Wisconsin last year. 

While we were in the area I took a walk over to the FMCA office and picked up the volunteer ribbons and pins for the Ice Cream Social.  There is an ice cream social at every FMCA Convention and historically to Full Timers Chapter is responsible for providing the volunteers for handing out the ice cream.  This year Jackie and I were the Captains for the event, which meant we were in charge.  Even though our work on this activity is only for an hour or so we still get volunteer ribbons and pins, as does anyone who helps us.

After the Chapter Fair we went back to the campground and took the car to go shopping.  We needed to make a Costco run for some more liquor and we needed a few things from Walmart.  We found the Costco about ten miles from the fairgrounds and picked up several things, including a six pack of Absolute Vodka, enough to get us by for another six weeks of travel or so, along with a bottle of a new Costco brand vodka we wanted to try.  We picked up a few other little things too, including a couple of rotisserie chickens for dinner.  We went merrily to the checkout counter only to be told by the clerk that it was against the law in Indiana to sell liquor on Sunday!  Holy Blue Laws, Batman!  I remember when I was a kid you couldn’t buy alcohol before noon on Sunday in Arizona, but they changed that back in the 70's.  We sadly watched them take away all our booze, we took our few other items, checked out and left to go to Walmart and then back to the campground.

Later in the afternoon the Bullocks came over for happy hour and dinner.  They are parked in the north campground area also, about a quarter mile away.  The Babcocks and the Wilsons also came here from Springfield, but they are parked in the handicap area much closer to the activities area of the rally.  We had drinks with Peggy and Vernon and chatted and then had the chickens from Costco for dinner.  The four of us chatted until about 8:00 when Peggy and Vernon left.  We just watched TV the rest of the night.

Monday, August 27th, I got up early because I had to be at a meeting at 8:30.  When I woke up at 7:00 the skies were very cloudy, but the time we left at a little after 8:00 it was pouring down rain.  Very close to what I would call torrential rain.  I was going to be in a meeting of the Governing Board of FMCA all morning, so Jackie drove me to the meeting hall so she could have the car in case she wanted to go somewhere.  She had to make two trips, bless her heart, because I forgot my rally credentials at the coach when we left the first time and I couldn’t get into the meeting without them.

A little background on the Governing Board.  FMCA is a non-profit association for owners of self contained, self propelled RVs.  To belong to FMCA you can have anything from a camper van to a 45 foot bus, so long as it has a permanent toilet and can move on it’s own.  No fifth wheels or trailers.  FMCA has an Executive Board that is elected every two years, the usual President, Senior Vice President, Secretary, Treasurer, and ten Area Vice Presidents, each of them responsible for one of the ten geographical areas into which FMCA is divided.  This Executive Board meets several times a year and works day to day with the paid staff of FMCA to run the organization.  However, any changes to by-laws, operating rules or structure of the organization, as well as approval of the annual budget, must be made by the Governing Board.  Each chapter of FMCA, there are nearly 500, is required to elect a representative to the Governing Board.  This representative is called the National Director for the Chapter.  They also elect an Alternate National Director for cases where the National Director cannot attend a Convention.  However, each chapter can have only one person at the Governing Board meeting.  One chapter, one vote.

I was going to the meeting as a temporary delegate for one of the Chapters to which we belong.  If neither of the elected delegates can attend, the Chapter can appoint a member of the chapter to represent them at one meeting.  That was me for the Frustrated Maestros Into Chapter.  The President had called me early in the year and asked if I would attend on behalf of the chapter.  I checked in with the staff running the meeting and found a seat in the hall.  The Executive Board sits on the dais and all the delegates that make up the Governing Board sit in chairs down on the floor.  We are given a little piece of colored paper that is our voting placard.  All very regimental.  Of the nearly 500 chapters there were well over 300 in attendance, sufficient for a quorum for taking action.  Essentially, this is the annual business meeting for FMCA.

I won’t go into any details about what happened at the meeting because most of the readers don’t have any reason to care about the internal workings of FMCA.  Suffice to say the meeting went from 9:00 to 4:45, with an hour for a box lunch sandwich, and my butt fell asleep about 2:30 from sitting on a little, hard folding chair.  There was a lot of arguing, a lot of griping, and a lot of voting, but all the business did get done in one day, including a new $6.8 million budget for the Association.  Jackie has been through these meetings twice before, but this was my first time.  Someone has to do it, the organization needs governance, but it sure makes for a long day.

While I was out Jackie had watched the Shade Pro guy replace the awnings and taken care of the bill, so now we have all new awnings.  We got together with the other members of our group, the Bullocks, the Wilsons, and the Babcocks, for cocktails and discussed going out to dinner.  Jackie did some internet research and found a Mexican restaurant that had very good reviews just a few miles from the fairground.  We loaded up into two cars and went to La Hacienda Mexican Restaurant.  The reviews were right.  It was very good Sonoran cooking with an extensive menu and excellent service.  All of the employees appeared to be Hispanic and our server was very attentive and knowledgeable.  All in all, I can highly recommend La Hacienda if you find yourself in Indianapolis and want decent Mexican food.  It is just off Binford Road and Graham road in northeast Indianapolis.  They have another location in northwest Indianapolis too.  After dinner we went back to the coach and relaxed the rest of the night.

Tuesday, August 28th, the weather has cleared up and it looks like the last of the rain for a while.  We slept in for a change and left the coach about 10:00 and drove down to the activity area to do some shopping in the vendor area.  Yesterday we had found that there was parking available around the various buildings on the fairgrounds so we could take our car instead of relying on trams to get around.  We spent a couple of hours in the vendor area looking around and buying some stuff.  I bought a replacement head for our over the air television antenna to help us get better reception for local channels when we are parked near a good sized city.  We only get New York and Los Angeles news on the satellite so we have to rely on over the air for local stuff.  I bought a few other little things, but the antenna was the only big purchase.

After our shopping we went back to the coach and put together two small geocaches to hide on the fairgrounds for the geocaching seminar later in the afternoon.  We are members of the Geocaching Chapter and the guy who puts on the seminar, Steve Czarsty asked us to hide a couple of sample caches and provide the information to the seminar on a handout as if it were a real cache.  The caches are only for training and were not entered into the geocaching website.  We did one hanging in a tree and another inside pipe on a concrete stanchion. 

At 3:00 we went to the geocaching seminar.  The seminar is a basic introduction to caching and we didn’t need to be there to learn anything, we were only there to help with the seminar and talk to people interested in beginning to cache.  Jackie had to leave the seminar early to get to the Elks International Chapter’s meeting room to help them get set up.  Elks International is another of our Chapters and Jackie was going to help them check in members for the business meeting and social scheduled for 4:15.

After the geocaching seminar I hurried over to the Elks International Chapter meeting and got there just as the meeting was starting.  They had the business meeting for the chapter first and then there was social with snacks and an open bar.  A lot of our friends are members of this chapter so we had a couple of cocktails and sat around and chatted for a while with everyone.  After the social closed up we headed back to the coach.  We had cocktails with the Bullocks and then had dinner on our own in the coach.  We spent the rest of the evening on the couch watching TV.  The rally had evening entertainment scheduled for 7:00 and the show included Earl Thomas Connely, a country singer.  We were pretty tired after running all day, so we skipped the show.

Wednesday, August 29th was going to be another busy day.  The first couple of FMCA Conventions we went to in 2005 and 2006 we went to a lot of seminars and classes.  Now, however, we have been to most everything and don’t really need the seminars.  We are now busy chasing around to meetings and activities from all the various chapters we belong to.  We started early today to get to a 9:45 meeting of the International Area.  This is one of the ten Areas in which FMCA divides itself.  Nine are geographically based, Western Area, Southeast Area, etc.  The tenth is for those Chapters that are national in scope and membership and don’t have a geographic component.  All but one of the Chapters we belong to are in the International Area, or INTO as it is known.  The business meeting only lasted about forty minutes and after it was over we went back to the vendor area for some more browsing.

About 11:30 I went over to the area where the Ice Cream Social was going to be held so I could work with the rally employees to get the tables set up for serving the ice cream.  We have helped out at these ice cream events at several other conventions and they are quite the event.  It seems no one wants to miss free ice cream, even a cheap ice cream sandwich.  There are about 2,000 coaches at this rally and most of those probably 4,000 people will show up to get their free ice cream.  And they will start lining up 20 minutes early so they can be first.  It can be an amazing sight.

I helped the fairgrounds employee set up the tables so we could have four lines going through.  About 12:30 the other members of the Full Timers Chapter that had agreed to help started coming in.  I handed out the blue aprons that our corporate sponsor, Miller Insurance Agency, had provided and assigned various stations to people.  We had some by the tables to hand out ice cream, which this year was an ice cream sandwich, we had some doing crowd control and getting people into the lines and then out of the area once they had picked up their ice cream, and we had some running ice cream supplies from the coolers to the tables.  Quite a military operation.

As predicted, people were lined up a couple hundred deep by 12:45.  Once I had everyone in place, we ended up with about 25 volunteers helping, we opened the lines at 12:57 by my clock.  Most of the 3,500 or so people had been through the line by 1:06.  It took nine minutes or so to hand out 3,500 ice cream sandwiches.  We stayed open for stragglers for another half hour, but by 1:45 we were cleaned up, everyone handed in their aprons and we were done for another year.  I took the aprons back to the sponsor in the vendor tent and we were done.  For our work as Captains for this event FMCA gave Jackie and I a very nice insulated cooler bag with our names embroidered on the outside.  Nice little gift.

After the Ice Cream Social we did a little more shopping and then went to another meeting of another of our Chapters.  This one is called MIME, which was supposed to stand for Mouse In Motorhome Experience.  The only reason we joined it a few years ago was that a number of our friends were in the chapter.  The only activity of the chapter, which charges dues of $4 per year, is a business meeting followed by a luncheon or pot luck at the FMCA Conventions.  At this business meeting it was brought up that the chapter had shrunk to less than 10 members, which was below the 15 member threshold that FMCA sets for a chapter to be active.  After some discussion it was proposed that the chapter be merged with another of the small chapters we belong to, the 3-T’s Chapter.  About half of the members of MIME, including us, already belong to 3-T’s, which always has a two day “post rally” after the FMCA conventions.  The merge was approved and the chapter would cease to exist once the 3-T’s members voted to approve the merge.  I was also elected Vice President of MIME, since the office had been vacated, however, my term of office would end in two days if 3-T’s approves the merge.  Pretty short time in office.  After the business meeting we had a light dinner of sandwiches and snacks.  After chatting for a while we went back to our coach and just relaxed the rest of the night.  We once again decided to forgo the evening entertainment, which was singing couple known as the Rivoli Review.  We had seen them a couple years ago at another rally and they put on a cute show, but we didn’t feel like fighting the crowds, so we stayed home.

Thursday, August 30th, the last day of the FMCA Convention.  Hurricane Isaac has come ashore near New Orleans and is creating havoc in areas where we were only a month or so ago.  Some of the pictures they are showing on TV are places we were only weeks ago.  The remnants of the storm are continuing to head north and east and we fully expect to see some heavy rains in a few days.  Today, however, is sunny and nice.  We kind of relaxed in the morning, making one last pass through the vendor area to see if we needed to buy anything more.  We got a few little trinkets, nothing special. 

We had lunch at the coach and then went down to the activities area at 1:00 for the Full Timers Chapter seminar.  At every convention the Full Timers Chapter puts on a seminar with a panel of speakers talking about the full time lifestyle.  It is usually a well attended seminar because a lot of people are interested in getting tips on how to live on the road, whether as full timers of part timers.  Both Jackie and I were on the panel this year, me speaking about communications, such as phones, computers and mail services, and she about entertainment and education on the road.  We had a pretty large audience and they seemed to enjoy our panel discussions.  After the seminar we talked to some people and answered more questions about the lifestyle.  We had about eight couples sign up to join the Full Timers Chapter.

After the Full Timers seminar we went upstairs in the same building for our last meeting of the Convention, the business meeting and social hour for the Military Veteran’s Chapter.  We also belong to this Chapter and we had agreed to help set up the social.  We helped our friends Bev and Jerry King to carry in all the supplies for the social hour and get the snacks and drinks set up.  We had a brief business meeting, a requirement for all FMCA chapters is to hold at least one official meeting per year.  After the meeting we had beer and wine and chatted amongst the group.  All of our little core group except the Bullocks are members of this chapter.  Vernon was not in the service, so he was not eligible to join.  This chapter is only open to veterans of either the U.S. or Canadian military forces.

After the social was over we helped clean up and then went back to our coach.  We and the Bullocks decided to skip tonight’s final evening entertainment, an act called The Duttons, and go out to dinner.  We had seen the Duttons on TV on the America’s Got Talent show and they were OK, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to see them again.  We and the Bullocks went out to a Thai restaurant we found online called Sawasdee.  It was a very nice place with a very extensive menu.  It was not inexpensive, most of the entree’s were in the $10 to $12 range, but the food was very good and you got a lot of it.  We all enjoyed the meal very much.  It is on 86th Avenue, west of Keystone.  If you want good Thai, this is the place to go.  After dinner we went back, dropped the Bullocks off and relaxed the rest of the night.

Friday, August 31st, moving day again.  Coaches started pulling out of the campground around 6:30 and by the time we were ready to go about 9:30 it looked like half the coaches were already gone.  Jackie and I have commented in the past how quickly two or three thousand coaches can disperse from a rally site.  We left the campground at 9:30 for the 43 mile drive to Anderson, Indiana, just northeast of Indianapolis.  The Timberline RV Resort in Anderson is the site of the last rally of this series, the 3-T’s post convention rally.  The motto of the 3-T’s chapter is “To rest, To dump, and To wash.”  It is an easy two day rally after any FMCA Convention designed to allow you to slow down and get back to normal after several weeks of rallying. 

We arrived at the campground at about 10:30 and got checked into our site, a nice grassy and shaded spot with 50 amp and full hookups.  Yea!  I was afraid the shade trees would block our satellite, but we got good signal so we are all set.  There were no activities scheduled for the first day until 4:00 happy hour, so after we got all organized we went out to Walmart to do our shopping.  We were going to drive back into Indianapolis to go to Costco to get the liquor we couldn’t get on Sunday, but decided it was too far for just liquor.  Peggy and Vernon told us they had to go to Costco anyway because they needed other stuff too, so they would pick up a couple of bottles of Absolute for us.  Yea, thanks.  We stopped at Walmart, picked up one geocache in the parking lot, and then headed back to the campground.

At 4:00 our group gathered in the clubhouse for cocktails.  There are about a dozen coaches here for the rally, so it’s a good size group.  At 5:00 everyone car pooled to a BBQ restaurant in town called Birds Smoked BBQ.  They had a nice menu and the food was excellent.  They didn’t have table service, you had to go to a window and order, but they did bring the food to you.  I had ribs, pulled pork and beef brisket.  It was all great and I had enough to take home for a lunch later.  After dinner we went back to the coach and relaxed the rest of the evening.

Saturday, September 1st, the 14th anniversary of the day I left Phoenix and moved to Indio to be with Jackie.  A happy day indeed.  Both Jackie and I actually made it down to the clubhouse for breakfast with the Chapter.  We went mostly because the Chapter was holding it’s business meeting right after breakfast and we wanted to be there for that.  We had a nice breakfast with most of the group.  The business meeting was standard and the vote to accept the members of MIME into the 3-T’s was passed unanimously.  This was good for the 3-T’s because it added at least a half dozen new members plus the $1,300 or so that MIME had in it’s treasury now goes into the 3-T’s treasury.  They doubled their assets with one vote.  Also my 48 hour term as Vice President of MIME came to an end.

The remnants of Isaac are passing through the area and causing light on and off rain, but we still decided we needed to go caching.  We had to get some caches for our days of the year challenge and it was not raining much.  The four couples of our group went out in two cars and did some caching fairly close to the campground.  We were out for a little over an hour and managed to get seven new finds.  Several of the caches were in or near local cemeteries, so we spent a little time looking at tombstones.  One of the cemeteries dates back to the very early 1800's and actually has several people buried there who fought with Washington in the Revolutionary War and were with him at Valley Forge.  Amazing history lesson, thanks to geocaching.  We would have never known that history without caching.

After caching we went back to the coach and Jackie put together her Chinese chicken salad for the pot luck tonight.  I also spent some time doing some repairs around the coach.  I installed my new antenna on the roof, despite the light rain.  It didn’t take long and it works great.  I also fixed the sun shade on the drivers side of the windshield, the one that fell down while I was driving a few weeks ago.  This was the first time I had the time to fool with it and get it fixed.  I thought I would need to get a new motor, but I fixed the old one and it seems to work fine. 

At 4:00 we gathered for cocktails and snacks, in the clubhouse because it was still raining on and off.  At 5:00 we had a pot luck with the main course being KFC chicken courtesy of the Chapter.  Since the merge with MIME they could afford to pay for the main course.  We had a wonderful dinner, these pot lucks are always great because people make some of the best dishes to share.  After dinner we went back to our coach and just relaxed the rest of the night.

Sunday, September 2nd, we woke up to gray and dingy skies.  The final parts of Isaac were coming through and it looked like it was going to be a wet day.  The 3-T’s rally had a light breakfast this morning as the last activity of the rally.  Several of the members are leaving today to continue their travels.  Others, including all of our group of four couples, are staying at this park for two additional days just so we don’t have to travel over the labor day weekend.  Since this episode was devoted to our rally activities this would be a good time to close out this chapter and get it published.  Until the next time, enjoy every single day to the fullest.  See ya soon.

Monday, September 3, 2012

We Finally Get To Kentucky!

Hello again, welcome back to our story. The last chapter concluded on Monday, August 6th when we arrived at the campground at Fort Knox, Kentucky with the Babcocks. This is the first time in the state of Kentucky for both the Babcocks and us. Somehow, in seven years of travel we have been in every state that borders Kentucky, but somehow missed entering the state. Well, we finally made it! We crossed the border this morning after leaving Nashville, Tennessee. We are staying at what is known to those who use them as a “fam-camp” or family camp located on a military reservations. Many of the military bases around the United States have camping facilities somewhere on the base that are available to active duty and retired military personnel. You don’t have to be a member of the particular branch of service the base represents, just a active or retired U.S. military person. Ray, while not technically retired, has a full disability from the Air Force so he has the same privileges as a retired member. He was able to get us into the campground as guests. We didn’t go anywhere after we got set up at the campground, just relaxed the rest of the evening.

Tuesday, August 7th, we left the coach after lunch to do some exploring in the area. We did do one geocache located just outside the entrance to the campground. We needed to have at least one cache for the day for our days of the year challenge and that one was very convenient. After finding the cache we drove to Fort Knox to check out the base. Although the campground we are in is operated by the military and is located on the physical grounds of the base, it is not connected internally to the actual operating part of the base. The entrance to the campground is several miles from any of the regular gates onto the base and is not gated or guarded in any fashion.

Although there were several Army posts in the area during and after the Civil War, the current base was established as Camp Knox in 1918. The camp was a small, insignificant operation until 1931 when the Army posted it’s first mechanized calvary unit here for training. Eventually the base became the hub of the Army’s mechanized warfare efforts and was renamed Fort Knox. In 1940 it evolved into the primary training center for the Army’s armor forces and the headquarters for the 1st Armored Division. In the 1980's the base also became host to Marine Corps armor training units when the Marines began to use the same M1A1 Abrams tank used by the Army.

In 2010 the activities at the base shrunk by two thirds when all of the armor training commands, both Army and Marine, were moved to Fort Benning in Georgia and all other operational commands reassigned to other Army installations. The base likely would have been closed as part of the Defense Realignment and Closure plan except for the fact that the base is also home to the United States Bullion Depository, operated by the Treasury Department but located within the perimeter of the base. It was decided to move the Army’s Human Resources Command, all of it’s personnel management activities, to Fort Knox to enable it to remain a viable military base.

The Bullion Depository is what comes to most people’s minds when they hear “Fort Knox.” The depository is only a thousand yards or so off of the main highway and the above ground part of the facility is easily visible from the road. The above ground portion is unremarkable and to us it actually looked more like a prison than anything else. All of the actual gold is located in a vault under the stone building at the surface. The most recent reports indicate that the depository holds about 5,046 tons of gold bullion, which is 147.2 million ounces. This is about 368,000 standard, 27.4 pound gold bars. At a recent rate of $1,618.82 an ounce the gold in Fort Knox is worth about $238.290 billion.

After finding our geocache we drove onto the base to see what there was to see, which was not much. There is no public access anywhere near the Bullion Depository, you can’t get any closer to it on base than you can from the road. The central part of the base is still active, but the surrounding areas where the armor and mechanized units used to be is all vacant land now. Most of the buildings have been torn down and there is little activity outside of the “main side” part of the base. We drove around a while and then went to the base exchange and the commissary to do some shopping. By the time we got done shopping on base it was time to head back to the coaches. We got together for happy hour and then had dinner on our own before settling in for the night.

Wednesday, August 8th, my late mother’s birthday. Happy birthday Mom, love you and miss you. We left the coach about 10:30 to do some more caching and exploring. We were able to find a total of eleven new caches during our travels with no DNF’s. We drove around Ratliff, the small town right outside the gates of Fort Knox and then drove south about 20 miles to the larger city of Elizabethtown, Kentucky. Elizabethtown was founded in 1797 by settlers and pioneers moving westward in the new United States. Now a city of nearly 29,000 it is the eleventh largest city in the state. Abraham Lincoln’s father, Thomas Lincoln, lived here off and on in the early 1800's, prior to Abe’s birth. We stopped at the local Cracker Barrel restaurant for lunch and then after lunch drove around town sightseeing for a while. After our tour of Elizabethtown we headed back to the campground. We had happy hour with the Babcocks but after the big lunch we didn’t do any dinner. We settled in and watched TV the rest of the evening.

Thursday, August 9th, we decided to take a day off from touring and just stayed around the coach all day. Jackie and I did a few little chores around the coach, but mostly just relaxed. We had happy hour with the Babcocks and then Suzie made dinner. She did some cheese tortellini and Jackie did some garlic bread to go with it. Had a great dinner then relaxed the rest of the night.

Friday, August 10th, we left the coach after lunch, about noon, and headed northeast to tour Louisville. Louisville is a city of about 742,000 on the south bank of the Ohio River. It is the largest city in Kentucky, although not the state capital. It is arguably best known as the home of the Kentucky Derby horse race, held at Churchill Downs racetrack every May. Our campground was about 30 miles southwest of Louisville and the trip into town seemed to show a city with significant blight outside of the downtown area. We spent about two hours driving around downtown, as well as some of the areas around downtown. As would be expected in a city founded in the 18th century, there were some very old areas of town that were rundown. What we found most interesting though were large areas of old commercial and industrial activity that were completely blighted. Some of the areas reminded me of Gary, Indiana, which we drove through about four years ago.

We did some caching in the area, finding four new caches. We also drove around Churchill Downs, taking some pictures. We actually got chased out of one area by a security guard who didn’t want us taking photos. Seemed kind of an over reaction to us. After touring town for a while we drove to the Louisville Elks Lodge, which was Lodge #8, one of the oldest lodges in Elkdom. This Lodge was established in the early 1870's. They are now a fairly small lodge of only 350 members and have a nice lodge at the outskirts of town. The lodge has a large swimming pool, which was very busy on this warm Saturday afternoon. There were several people in the bar when we came in and they were very welcoming and friendly. The lodge bought us one drink and then we had another while we sat and chatted with some of the members.

We got our lodge pins and then moved on to our next destination, the Lyndon Elks Lodge, actually located only nine miles away. Lyndon was also a very friendly lodge, although they didn’t buy a drink for us. We were also able to get a lodge pin, but the Secretary of the Lodge had to go to the office and search for one because they didn’t think they had any. They were able to find one, which the Babcocks let us have because we have the banner for pins and they haven’t started one yet. After we finished our drink at the Lyndon Lodge we headed back to the campground. We didn’t get back until nearly 8:00 after a very busy day. We didn’t even have happy hour. We just went to our respective coaches and crashed for the night.

Saturday, August 11th, we split our forces. Ray and I left, with me driving, about 9:30 to spend a day visiting a few bourbon distilleries. The girls didn’t have any interest in them, so they were going to go out shopping for the day. Ray and I headed east to an area southeast of Louisville known for what is called the “Bourbon Trail” of Kentucky. I like bourbon and drink it often, although I mix it rather than sip it as you are supposed to do with really good bourbon. Ray is not a big fan, but likes to go to interesting places, so off we went.

Bourbon is a true “American” whiskey drink and it thought to have originated in Kentucky, around the area of eastern Kentucky that is now Bourbon County in the late 1700's. Bourbon Country took it’s name from the French royal family known as the Bourbons. I have read several places that over 95 percent of the bourbon distilled in the world is distilled in Kentucky, most of it in towns along the Bourbon Trail of central Kentucky. Our first stop was near the small town of Loretto, Kentucky at the Maker’s Mark Distillery. Although the Maker’s Mark brand originated in 1954, their distillery building was built in 1889 and is one of three distillery buildings designated at National Historic Landmarks. They bought the property from Burkes Distillers which had built the original buildings.

We took the tour through the distillery, which was very interesting and on which we learned a lot of facts about bourbon. There are actually a lot of legal restrictions regarding what can legally be called “Bourbon” in the United States. Bourbon must be made from a grain mixture that is at least 51 percent corn, it must be aged in new, charred-oak barrels, distilled to no more than 160 proof, entered into the barrel for aging at no more than 125 proof, and bottled at 80 proof or more. To be called “Straight Bourbon” it must be aged a minimum of two years and not have added coloring, flavoring, or other spirits. Bourbon that is labeled as straight that has been aged under four years must be labeled with the duration of its aging.

After the tour we had a brief tasting experience where we sampled the regular Maker’s Mark, which is aged between six and seven years, as well as their premium bourbon which is aged for over ten years. They also let us sample some of the 125 proof clear corn liquor that is put into the barrels for aging to become bourbon. They don’t sell the clear stuff at retail, but you can buy it at the distillery. Not sure why you would want it, until it’s aged and mellowed it’s some pretty raw stuff with no flavor, just burn. Although Maker’s Mark is now owned by the Jim Beam Corporation, it is operated as an independent subsidiary by the Samuels family, descendants of the founders. Marker’s Mark is considered by most to be an excellent, top shelf bourbon.

It was interesting when we came into the town of Loretto, before arriving at the distillery, we passed a huge fenced in grass field on which stood a dozen huge, black buildings. They were at least ten stories high and the size of a large warehouse, but there were no parking lots, no vehicles around them, just these big black buildings in the middle of a field. As it turns out, these were some of the barrel houses where the barrels of bourbon are stored for aging. Each warehouse is packed full, top to bottom, with thousands of barrels of bourbon.

After visiting Loretto we drove about twenty miles northwest to the City of Bardstown, Kentucky. Bardstown is a city of only about 12,000 that calls itself the “Bourbon Capital of the U.S.” and claims that 97 percent of the bourbon distilled in the U.S. is made within 50 miles of the city. Bardstown is home to a number of distilleries, but the one we came to visit, Heaven Hill, is the largest. Before going to the brewery we stopped in town for lunch at a local Mexican Restaurant called Rincon Mexicano. The food was OK, but not authentic Sonoran cooking. I guess that shouldn’t be a surprise, being in Kentucky and all.

After lunch we went a couple miles south of town to the Heaven Hill distilleries visitor’s center. There were a dozen or so barrel houses around the center, but we learned that the actual distillery that used to be in Bardstown burned to the ground in 1996 and the company relocated all its distilling activities to a distillery in Louisville that they purchased and renovated after the fire. The visitor’s center did have a very nice museum and gift shop which Ray and I spent some time in. Heaven Hill makes a couple dozen different brands of bourbon, most of which are premium brands. We learned that Heaven Hill is the largest family owned and operated bourbon distillery in the country and all of the master distillers, the guys who actually create the bourbons, have been descendants of the Beam family. Although the Jim Beam Corporation does not own the company, a cousin of the Beam family is still the master distiller. Heaven Hill did not offer free tours or tasting, so once we did the museum and gift shop we moved on.

Our next stop on the Bourbon Trail was Clermont, Kentucky, about 20 miles further northwest, and the home of Jim Beam. Jim Beam has been making bourbon in Kentucky since 1795 and it’s trade mark Jim Beam brand is arguably the best selling bourbon in the world. They also make top shelf brands like Knob Hill as well as common, inexpensive well bourbons like Old Grandad and Old Crow. They have a number of distilleries around the state, but the Clermont location is their headquarters. They were working on a major renovation of their visitor’s center, so we only got to walk through one of the dozen or so barrel houses and then do a tasting of a couple of their products. They didn’t offer any tours of the production facilities. One of the samples we tasted was a bourbon based liquor called Red Stag that is bourbon with black cherry flavoring. It was sweet, but very tasty. The other one they let us sample was a 125 proof bourbon called Coopers which sells for $60 a bottle, the 750 lt. bottle. To me the kick from the high alcohol content overwhelmed the flavor. After a quick visit to the gift shop we concluded our run through bourbon country and started back towards the campground.

We had a great time, got to sample some bourbon, learned a lot about bourbon, and saw some very pretty countryside. The girls got to spend some time together and were actually still out shopping when Ray and I got back from our tour. We had cocktails with them then relaxed the rest of the night watching TV.

Sunday, August 12th, we left the coach after lunch with the Babcocks to do some final caching in the area of Fort Knox. In a couple of hours we had managed to get 14 new finds with only one DNF. We also made a visit to the General Patton Museum which is located on the base, but open to the public through a separate gate. It makes sense that there would be a Patton museum here since Patton was sort of the “Godfather” of modern tank warfare tactics and Fort Knox, until recently, was the home for U.S. armor forces. There is also a Patton Museum at Chiraco Summit, a few miles east of Indio, but that museum is dedicated to the training that Patton had his troops doing in the U.S. deserts before he sent them to North Africa during WW-II. The one here at Fort Knox is more about his life in general. One interesting, if a little macabre, is they have the actual Cadillac limo in which General Patton was mortally injured in Germany after the end of the war. The day before he was to transfer back to the U.S. he and his Chief of Staff went out pheasant hunting. Patton’s driver made to pass a large Army truck when the truck made a left turn in front of the car. The car struck the truck, but it was not a server accident. However, Patton was not wearing a seatbelt and flew forward striking the solid partition between the front and back seats. He suffered a broken neck and was paralyzed from the neck down. Although he was taken to the base hospital and treated, he died twelve days later of complications from the injury. The car, which had not been severely damaged, was repaired and put back in service. That is how it survived to end up in the museum.

There were a number of other displays in the museum that were very interesting as well. One thing I did notice was that outside, on the grounds in front of the museum, there were two old tanks on display. I noticed that there were at least a dozen other concrete pads that had marks to indicate they to had equipment on them at one time. Although I don’t know for sure, it would seem that when the various armor units left Fort Knox for Fort Benning they must taken their old display tanks with them, leaving the museum with not much to show in the way of armor. Kind of sad. After touring the museum, which is free by the way, we bought a few things at the museum gift shop and then left to go to Walmart for supplies. Later we had cocktails and dinner with the Babcocks. Jackie made chicken enchiladas and Ray made some Mexican rice to go with it. We had a great meal and then relaxed the rest of the day.

Monday, August 13th, our last day in Fort Knox and in Kentucky. We decided we needed a day at home to get some things done. I spent an hour or so in the morning taking down sun screens and putting away the outside stuff before the predicted rain started. I got everything put away just in time, the rain started about noon. After lunch we did our laundry at the laundry facility in the campground. They had a nice new facility with eight washers and dryers so we were able to get everything done at one time. After laundry we just did a few odds and ends around the coach, getting ready for tomorrow’s travels.

We did cocktail hour with the Babcocks and had the leftovers from last night’s meal for dinner. This is our last dinner with the Babcocks for about a week. Tomorrow we go to a town north of Indianapolis for the Full Timer’s Chapter rally and they go to a town southeast of Indianapolis for the combined Elks and Military Vet Chapter rallies. But not to worry, we will see them in a week in Springfield, Ohio when we all go to the Monaco International Rally there. After dinner we relaxed the rest of the night.

Tuesday, August 14th, another travel day. Our original plans had been to not go into the Full Timer’s Chapter rally until Thursday. We were going to just go to a park somewhere around Indianapolis for a couple of days. However, we learned that Peggy and Vernon Bullock had arrived early at the rally and were anxious to see us. We last saw them back in Arizona in the Spring. We had called the RV park and they said they could get us in if we came early. We decided that we would go ahead and make the 235 mile trip from Fort Knox to Montecello, Indiana, the location of the rally, in one trip. We normally don’t like to drive more than 200 miles in a day, but today is not too much over that limit.

We did leave early, right at 9:00 a.m. so we wouldn’t be on the road too late. Our trip took us through the middle of Louisville, across the Ohio River into Indiana, and then north. We were on I-65 most of the way and the road was horrible. I guess the snow and ice of the Indiana winters are tough on roads because they were full of potholes and frost heaves. Everything inside the coach was bouncing around for most of the trip. The ten or so miles through Indianapolis was interesting too in that the freeway took some twists and turns that are unusual for an Interstate highway. We finally arrived at the White Oaks Western Horizons Resort in Montecello about 2:30 in the afternoon. We got into our campsite and pretty much set up within a couple hours. The Bullocks, whom we wanted to surprise were out geocaching when we got into the park so we were able to spring a surprise on them by arriving two days early.

There were already about six other couples from the Full Timers Chapter in sites around us and another three came in while we were getting set up. We know most of them and had a great time greeting folks we hadn’t seen in a while, in a couple of cases over a year. The rally wasn’t really started yet, so we had cocktails with the Bullocks and talked for a while, catching up on everything we have done for the four months since we last saw them. We had dinner on our own in our coach and just relaxed for the rest of the night.

Today marks the first day of our summer 2012 rally schedule and would seem to be a logical place to stop and publish this segment. We will be at the Full Timers Chapter rally for six days, then move to the Monaco International Chapter rally for another six days, then on to the FMCA Convention for five days and finishing up with the 3-T’s Chapter rally for four days. That’s four rallies in 21 days, more than enough to fill an episode of the blog all by itself. With that said, we will be back soon with the stories from our rally adventures soon. Bye for now.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Middle Tennessee Travels

Greetings friends, welcome back to the story.  Our last chapter concluded on Wednesday, July 25th, with our arrival at the Thousand Trails Campground near Hohenwald, Tennessee.  Hohenwald is a small farming community of about 3,500 which is just off the Natchez Trace Parkway, about 80 miles south of Nashville.  The campground we are in is a combination of a Thousand Trails membership park and a KOA public park.  It is situated adjacent to a large Tennessee State Wildlife Preserve and is on a large lake.  The place is a little rugged, poor roads, rough sites, and only 30 amp electric, but at least we have sewer at the site.  The Babcocks are still with us and got a site right next to ours.

Thursday, July 26th, we loaded into Ray’s car and left the park after lunch for some exploring and geocaching in the area.  The campground we are in is adjacent to the Natchez Trace and our first stop was on the Parkway at MP 280 was the Meriweather Lewis Memorial.  Lewis was the leader of the famous Lewis and Clark Expedition of 1804- 1806 which blazed a trail from St. Louis all the way to the Pacific Northwest.  After the expedition then President Jefferson appointed Lewis the Governor of the recently acquired Louisiana Territory and he settled down in St. Louis.

The official cause of death was concluded to be suicide, but many have never accepted that finding and feel that he was killed at the hands of another.  At
the time he was being investigated by the government under then President Madison’s administration over misappropriation of funds as Governor of the Louisiana Territory.  The stress of this investigation is pointed to as being the reason for the suicide.  Some even believe that there was a far reaching conspiracy involving Lewis’ knowledge of malfeasance by former President Jefferson and that he was assassinated at the direction of the President.  Several efforts have been made to have Lewis’ body exhumed and examined with modern forensic methods, however, since he is buried in a National Park Memorial the Park Service must give it’s approval and it has steadfastly denied access to the site for any investigation of the body.

After spending some time at the Lewis site we went into nearby Hohenwald for some caching.  We found three caches fairly quickly, but did get one DNF too.  After caching we stopped at the Walmart store to do some shopping.  Both the Babcocks and us needed a few things.  After shopping we headed back to the RV park.  Later the Babcocks came over for cocktails and then we had dinner together in our coach.  Jackie had made a batch of chicken legs which had been cooking in the crock pot all day.  We had a great dinner, talked for a while and then the Babcocks went to their coach and we relaxed the rest of the evening.

Friday, July 27th, the four of us left the coach about 10:00 for some geocaching.  We had discovered a geocaching “power trail” on U.S. Highway 43 a few miles east of the campground and we were going to do a part of it.  A power trail is a series of caches, usually put out by the same person or team, generally very close together and usually fairly easy to locate. This series consisted of 101 separate caches, all on the southbound side of the road and most only seven or eight hundred feet apart.  We didn’t have the time or ambition to do the entire series, so we started in the middle with cache number 70 and started south.  With me driving, Ray jumping out of the car every 800 feet, grabbing the cache and handing it off to Suzie and Jackie in the backseat who signed the logs.  We gave the cache back to Ray, he hid it again and we were off to the next cache.  Rarely more than two minutes per cache.  Bottom line, we managed to get 34 caches, with no DNFs, in less than two hours.  Not our best one day total, we once got 47 caching with Peggy and Vernon, but we were out all day with them.  This was by far the best two hour total.  Only 32 of the caches were part of the series, the other two were just regular caches that happened to be close to the series we were working.

A really odd thing that happened is that while we were driving to the starting point for our caching Ray just mentioned in conversation that he wondered when we would start to see Amish people on the roads in their buggies.  We all agreed that it would probably not be until when we got further north up into Indiana, which we knew had a substantial Amish population.  Not an hour later we are driving down Highway 43, grabbing caches, when we approach a town called Ethridge, Tennessee.  There driving along the side of the road is an Amish buggy!  Turns out Ethridge is home to a large Amish colony and they were all over the place.  Talk about being wierded out.

When we got to the last cache in the series it was lunch time so we drove back north towards Ethridge where we found a place called Rick’s BBQ.  It didn’t look like much at first as it was inside of a gas station and convenience store.  You ordered your food at the counter and then took it to a little dining room where they had some booths and tables set up.  Turns out to be some of the best pulled pork BBQ any of us have eaten, certainly the best we have had on this trip.  A little later research showed that they had several locations around the Middle Tennessee area.  I can highly recommend Rick’s BBQ if you find yourself in any of the many small towns in Middle Tennessee that have a location.  It was so good that both Ray and I bought two pounds of the pulled pork to go so we could put it in the freezer.

After lunch we drove to some of the swap meets we had seen along the road while we were caching.  Several of them had Amish folks among the participants, both selling and shopping, and there was a lot of Amish stuff for sale, along with a lot of junk.  We shopped for an hour or so before getting back in the car and heading back to the RV park.

We got back to the park and relaxed for while before going over to the Babcock’s coach for happy hour.  Ray then served a nice spaghetti and meatballs dinner.  Jackie made some garlic escargots for her and Ray, the only two of our group who like them.  We had a great dinner and good conversation before heading back to our coach to relax and watch the opening ceremonies for the Olympics.

Saturday, July 28th, the four of us loaded in our car and left the park about 1:00 for what we like to call an “Elks Pub Crawl” around the local area.  We find two or more Elks Lodges in an area that we believe are going to be open on a given day and then spend an afternoon of visiting lodges and collecting pins.  In this case my online research showed that there were three lodges in our general area of Tennessee, Lawrenceburg, Pulaski and Columbia that were all open on Saturday.  All of the lodges were within a thirty or forty mile radius, so we made our plans and set out on our crawl.  We have done these several times in the past in various areas of the country, but this would be the first time for the Babcocks.

Our first stop was the Elks Lodge in Lawrenceburg, the first large town southeast of our campground.  Lawrenceburg has a population of a little under 11,000 and is primarily a support community for local farming and ranching.  It’s biggest cultural claim to fame is that David Crockett lived here for a few years in the early 1800's, built a mill on the banks of the local creek and served as a County Commissioner and Justice of the Peace.  After his property flooded he moved to west Tennessee.  David Crockett State Park. a large Tennessee State Park, is located on his old mill property.  There is an annual gathering in the park during Crockett days when role players set up camp for a week and live as they did in the early 1800's. 

We found the Elks Lodge, Lawrenceburg Lodge 2206 in a very nice building on the south side of town.  There were several people at the bar already and they and the bartender were very cordial and friendly.  The lodge bought the first round of drinks and we ended up having two because you can’t take a free drink and then just leave.  We chatted with a couple of the members, including the Exalted Ruler, and found that the lodge had a membership of just under 300.  We were able to get a lodge pin for our banner and after our second drink we left for our next stop.  We almost didn’t get a pin, but the Exalted Ruler searched for ten minutes and finally found some in the office.

After the Elks we took a quick drive through the historic downtown area and also through David Crockett State Park.  It is a very nice, very large park with a lake, a restaurant, group gathering areas and two campgrounds, one with full hookup sites.  The sites were a little small to be comfortable for rigs the size of ours, but nice campgrounds nonetheless.

Before leaving Lawrenceburg we set out to find a geocache in the town.  We found one fairly quickly on the grounds of the nearby Masonic Lodge.  This was number 4,100 for us!  Once we had our cache for this town we headed towards the City of Pulaski, about 18 miles east of Lawrenceburg.  Pulaski is a city of about 8,000 named after the American Revolutionary War hero Kazimierz Pulaski.  The Pulaski Elks, Lodge 1877, was on the west end of town and again we found a very nice, fairly new building with some very friendly people.  Again, the lodge bought our first cocktail which meant we ended up having two more drinks.  Fortunately, we are about an hour and half or two hours between lodges, so the drinks are not building up.  Do these pub crawls too fast and you end up actually crawling.  After visiting for a while we got our lodge pins and moved on.

Before leaving Pulaski, which was founded in 1809, we drove through their very scenic old downtown area and took some pictures.  We also did one geocache
downtown.  This cache happened to be a virtual cache, meaning no actual container, just some interesting historical or cultural landmark.  In this case it was both and highlighted a very interesting footnote in Pulaski’s history.  On December 24, 1865, six Tennessee Confederate Army veterans got together in a building just off the town square and founded the original Ku Klux Klan.  The history of the Klan shows three distinct periods of organization and this first one was really only active for a few years before Federal enforcement shut down the formal groups.  The geocache was interesting in that there is a large brass plaque attached to the side of the building at the cache site which supposedly commemorates the founding of this original Klan group.  However in 1990 the building on which the plaque was mounted was sold and the new owner didn’t like the plaque or what it stood for.  He decided that instead of just removing the plaque and being done with it there might be more meaning in removing it and remounting it backwards on the wall, with the blank side now facing out.

We then left Pulaski and started north to the last town for the day, Columbia, Tennessee.  Columbia was about 30 miles north of Pulaski and is a town of about 35,000, the largest of the three we visited today.  We arrived in Columbia and found the Elks Lodge, Lodge 686, in a fairly new looking building at the edge of town.  This is the oldest of the three lodges we visited today and was Chartered in 1901.  The lodge was very busy, but in this case the people were not especially friendly or outgoing.  We did our first drink free, but the bartender was alone and very busy, so we couldn’t chat much.  The bar manager was going to try to find a lodge pin for us, but she had to leave to go get supplies and didn’t get back before we left.  We were disappointed in not getting a lodge pin and as we were leaving a lady at the bar approached Jackie and asked if she could help us get a pin since she knew the Exalted Ruler.  Jackie gave her one of our cards with our address so hopefully she will send us a pin if the lodge has any.

We did a quick little tour of old town Columbia and then started back to the campground.  We arrived about 6:00 after having driven about 100 miles and visited three Elks lodges.  All in all a very nice day.  Afer we got home we had cocktails with the Babcocks and then had dinner at their coach.  Ray had put a tri-tip steak in the crock pot in the morning and it cooked all day.  Made for a great dinner.  After dinner we went back to our coach and watched the Olympics the rest of the evening.

Sunday, July 29th we left the coach in Ray’s car about 10:00 for some geocaching in Alabama.  You may remember that I mentioned driving through the northwest corner of Alabama on our way from Tupelo, Mississippi to Hohenwald, Tennessee, but we didn’t even stop along that 30 or so mile stretch, much less geocache.  Our current campground is only about 40 miles north of the Alabama State line and we didn’t want to give up the opportunity to add Alabama to our list of states in which we have cached.  We won’t be coming back this way anytime soon, so this would be our last chance.

We drove down into Florence, Alabama, the first large town south of the border, getting a total of three Alabama caches.  Yea, another state!  We had lunch at Wendy’s in Florence and toured around the town a little while.  Florence is a city of almost 40,000 and is host to the Handy Music Festival, a major two-week long jazz festival held every summer.  The festival was actually this week, but hey don’t have any daytime activities, only evening stuff.  After our tour of town we drove back north to our campground.  Ray and I spent a little time taking down outside stuff in preparation for travel tomorrow.  After that we just relaxed in our coach the rest of the night.

Monday, July 30th, moving day again.  We got the coaches packed up, the walls pulled in we were ready to hit the road by 10:00.  We got back on the Natchez Trace Parkway at MP 370 where we got off for our last stop and started north for the last 74 miles of the Trace.  Our ultimate destination was an RV park on the north side of the Nashville metro area.  We had stayed in the Nashville Country RV Park twice back in 2006 during our cross country runs and thought it was a pretty decent park.  It was also more affordable that the others in the area.

We made a couple of stops along the last part of the Trace, including a stop for lunch at a large pullout near a little creek, Swan Creek.  I actually got into the creek, which was only about ankle deep, and walked around for a while.  The water was not cold at all, but there were a bunch of little baby trout swimming around, so I know there were some bigger ones in the creek somewhere.  The last 25 or 30 miles of the Trace were very hilly and winding, slowing travel to about 35 mph, but it was very scenic.

We finished MP 444 at the end of the Natchez Trace Parkway where it ends about 20 miles south of the City of Nashville.  We drove every one of the 444 miles except for about 8.5 miles that were closed because of construction.  I have to say it was very pretty and very relaxing, but I don’t think it’s anything I would want to do more than once.  For those who like to hike and explore the woods there is a ton of things to do and see, but for the more sedentary like me it’s pretty much look at the pretty stuff then move on.

The last 35 miles of our trip were around the west edge of the Nashville metro area and it was the first time we have had the motor home on a freeway since we got to New Orleans.  We finally got to the RV park about 2:30 and quickly settled in so we could run out and do laundry.  We are going to be in Nashville for a full week, but we wanted to get our clothes done today so we wouldn’t have to worry about it.  We packed everything in Ray’s car and drove into downtown Goodletsville, the suburb of Nashville where the RV park is located, and did our laundry.  We were all done by about 5:30 and we headed home.  We had cocktails with the Babcocks, but we did dinner on our own and then spent the rest of the night with the TV and the Olympics.

Tuesday, July 31st, we had a relaxing morning and didn’t leave the coach until about 1:30.  We packed up into Ray’s car and drove to Costco for some shopping which both the Babcock’s and us badly needed.  We haven’t seen a Costco since Texas.  After our Costco run we stopped at the local UPS Service Center where both we and the Babcocks had requested our mail be sent.  The Babcocks use a UPS store for their mail forwarding just like us. 

We went back to the coaches where Ray did a quick walk of the dog and we headed out again for some exploring in the local area.  We drove north through the next town which is called White House, Tennessee.  Jackie said she had been here in the 80's during a road trip with her friend Helen, who lives in Massachusetts.  They stopped in this little town because a friend of theirs from the Hawthorne, California Police Department, Jim Mathews, had retired and became the Chief of Police in White House.  He has long since left that job, but Jackie remembered the town.  I was also acquainted with Mathews from my time in the late 70's when I was a Deputy with the Sheriff’s Department in Phoenix.  I worked the Fugitive Squad and we had to make frequent prisoner trips to the Los Angeles area.  We used the City of Hawthorne as a sort of way station because they had a city jail facility and didn’t mind us putting people in there overnight.  It was on one of those trips back in 1976 that I first met Jackie.  Matthews was a Lieutenant with Hawthorne PD at the time and my partner and I got to know several of the Hawthorne PD detectives pretty well.

We drove a big circle around the northern suburbs of Nashville and ended up in the town of Gallatin, Tennessee.  It’s a town of about 25,000 people and I remembered that it had an Elks Lodge that we had visited back in 2006 when we were through this area.  We found the lodge and it was open so we went in for a drink.  There were several people there so we chatted for a while and had a cocktail.  In 2006 they bought us a couple drinks, this time they didn’t make the offer.  We thought we were going to have to leave without getting a new lodge pin because the bartender didn’t have any idea where they might be.  We already had one from our 2006 visit, but sometimes they do change them over time so we like to get new ones when we can on repeat visits.  Just as we were leaving the Secretary of the Lodge came in and the bartender asked him about pins.  He had some in the Lodge office, so we got new pins, and they are different from the one we got in 2006.  Yea!  After visiting Gallatin we headed back to the coaches.

We went over to the Babcocks for cocktails and dinner.  Both of us had bought rotisserie chickens at Costco so Suzie made some rice and veggies and we each cut up our chickens for dinner.  We had a great dinner and chatted for a while before we finally went back to our coach for the rest of the night.

Wednesday, August 1st, half the year is now officially gone.  Yikes.  Ray and Suzie went out this morning and took Casey, their dog, to the groomers.  We did a few chores around the house and I also took the car down to the car wash and got it cleaned up finally.   It’s been a while and it was starting to look pretty ugly.  After lunch the four of us went out to do a little geocaching in the Goodletsville area because we needed a cache for this date for our days of the year caching challenge.  We only went a few miles from the park and we ended up stopping after an hour or so with six finds because it was way too hot and humid.  At least we got the day filled on our stats chart. 

Downtown Goodletsville is loaded with antique stores and all four of us enjoy looking around in them, so we spent the next couple hours walking through about four different antique malls.  Nobody bought anything, be we had a good time looking.  After antiquing we went back to the RV park to relax and cool off for a while.  We also changed clothes because we had a dinner for the four of us planned at a nice restaurant called Aquarium, which is in the big outlet mall in Nashville.

The four of us left the RV park about 4:00 and drove into Nashville to the Opry Mills mall area.  This is a part of town to the east of downtown Nashville that is home to a large shopping mall, the Opryland Hotel and the Grand Ole’ Opry House.  We drove by the Opryland Hotel, which is a huge 3,000 room hotel and convention center complex with a glassed in atrium lobby, as well as the Opry House, which is where most of the Grand Ole’ Opry music shows are now staged.  The hotel, which is actually named the Gaylord, was opened in 1977 as a part of the Opryland USA theme park.  This project included a large amusement park and construction of the new Opry House facility as a larger home for the Grand Ole’ Opry, which had been performing at the Ryman Auditorium in downtown Nashville since 1947.  The amusement park finally succumbed to economic pressures and was closed at the end of 1997 and the Opry Mills mall was built on the site.

We found parking and spent about an hour walking around the large mall doing a little shopping.  We were actually down here to have dinner at the Aquarium Restaurant, which is located at one end of the mall.  Jackie and I had visited Nashville twice back in 2006, and on one of the visits had attended a session of the Grand Ole’ Opry.  Before the show we had dinner at the Aquarium and had thoroughly enjoyed the experience.  The Aquarium chain is part of the Landry restaurant empire and there are several around the country.  The idea is to give the impression that you are dining under the sea.  Everything in the place is blue and green, the walls and ceilings look like coral reefs, and there is a huge aquarium right in the middle of the restaurant.  The actual seating for the restaurant is all around this huge glass tank with thousands of fish.  The tank would be right at home in any regular public aquarium like the one we were at in Corpus Christi.  It has every variety of ocean fish you can think of and is very interesting to watch while you eat.

Our experience six years ago was great, at least as we remember it.  It is not a cheap place to eat, none of the Landry properties are, but we remembered good food, good service and a nice ambiance.  We had told the Babcocks about our experience and wanted to take them there for a nice evening out.  Well, either my memory is selective and faulty, or things have changed!  Short version - The dinner from Hell.  We arrived with reservations at 5:30 and the place was not very busy, so we got seated immediately.  We asked for a table with a good view of the fish, there were plenty of empty one’s available, but got seated at one with a partially blocked view by a hostess who seemed like she could care less what we wanted.  We immediately noticed that the place was freezing cold.  Suzie is especially susceptible to being cold, but even Ray and I were cold.  We were dressed in shorts, of course, because it was 98 degrees outside today.  The restaurants advertise the experience of "dining under the sea" but it was more like the Arctic Sea.  I fully expected to see a polar bear reaching into the fish tank from the ice cap above.  We finally asked to move to an adjacent table that was not directly under one of the A/C vents and our waiter, Vincent, was extremely reluctant because he had already taken part of our order - not delivered mind you, just taken - and "it wasn't in his area."  We finally insisted because Suzie was turning an interesting shade of blue from the cold air.  We didn't want anyone to think she was choking and grab her in a Heimlich.

Not that she had anything to choke on at that point.  We waited a full ten minutes after seating for a waiter to even appear to begin service.  Then Vincent got our drink order, two vodka rocks for Jackie and I and a bottle of wine for the Babcocks, not exactly complicated.  We also ordered an appetizer platter.  We waited, and waited, and waited.  It took another 15 minutes for the drinks and water to finally appear at the table.  Still no appetizer and Vincent appears at the table ready to take our order for dinner.  He told us the appetizer would be out "any minute" and he wanted to get our order in so it would not be unduly delayed because the kitchen was busy.  The restaurant was only half full, so I guess they were cooking for the restaurant next door too. 

We reluctantly gave him our dinner orders and were very adamant about not wanting to rush dinner and specifically told him not to bring our dinners until we had time to enjoy the appetizer platter.  Another ten minutes goes by and here comes a food runner with a tray with our clam chowder - no appetizer yet, but soup's on!  We get Vincent over and pointed out that we haven't even got our appetizer yet, much less finished it, and the soup is sitting on that tray over there.  He stumbles a bit, not quite sure what to say, so we saved him the trouble and told him to take the soup back to the kitchen and poke around to see where they might have hidden our appetizer.

Finally, 30 minutes after we ordered it Vincent brings the appetizer platter, which was actually quite tasty.  I have to give some credit where it is due.  The Bruschetta was very good, as was the crab dip and the calamari.  After less than ten minutes, the appetizer is only half gone, and Vincent reappears to ask if we are ready for soup now.  He is confused when we point to the remaining appetizers and tell him we are still eating those.  I get very specific and tell him to come back when the plate is empty.  Vincent seems to get grumpy.

Around this time the manager strolls by and makes the mistake of asking how we are enjoying dinner.  We politely, I think, let him know our experience so far and he apologizes and tells us that is not how he wants the restaurant to be operated.  We had let him know that we were looking for a fine dining experience - the cost of eating at this place more than justifies that idea - and we were feeling rushed, like we were at Denny's.  He must have chewed out Vincent because he came by about ten minutes later, after we finally finished the appetizer, and politely asked if we were finished and could he bring our soup.  I said sure, and more water too, since my glass had been empty for at least 20 minutes. 

We got the clam chowder served and, again, excellent quality.  Very thick and creamy with tons of clams.  Some of the best I have had.  Vincent, having learned his lesson, I guess, was hovering about, at least not asking if we were done yet, until we finished the chowder.  He took those plates away and quickly brought our dinners.  A bit too quickly because, as we suspected might happen, the broiled fisherman's platter ordered by two of our party had clearly been just sitting under the heat lamp for 45 minutes and were stone cold.  My mixed grill was at least warm - probably because I had ordered the steak blue (very rare) they had held off on cooking that plate.  The fourth entree', Suzie’s Mahi Mahi and shrimp, was pipping hot.  Go figure.

The two broiled platters went back and spent another 10 minutes being reheated.  I was half done with my plate when the other two finally got theirs to eat.  Jackie did enjoy everything on her plate.  Ray was unhappy that the reheated lobster tail turned a bit mushy after it's time in the microwave.  My mixed grill gets mixed reviews.  The lobster tail was very good, the grilled shrimp were excellent, the rice and beans average and the little lump of steak would have dulled a new chain saw.  It was cooked perfectly, just the way I like it, very, very rare, but it didn’t have much flavor and was really tough.

Suzie, who doesn’t like spicy food, said her dish was too spicy for her to even eat it and no one else wanted it because we had enough of our own food.  Vincent was happy to take it back and assured Ray that it would be taken off the bill.  However, in the process he also told Ray that if Suzie had told him she didn’t like spicy food he would have recommended something else as he knew that the Mahi Mahi and Shrimp was spicy.  He didn’t have an answer for why it didn’t say that on the menu and why it was up to the customer to figure out the right questions to ask.  Who expects fish to be spicy unless you are in a Thai restaurant maybe?

This would be a good time to also let my readers know that the last time we were here must have been in the afternoon of a school day, because I don’t remember having to put up with dozens upon dozens of impolite, noisy, screaming, jumping, running, crying kids and their parents who could care less.  In fact, some of the parents were jumping up from their booths and tables to run over to plant their noses on the aquarium glass just like the kids.  You can see the fish from anywhere in the place, you don’t need to get right up to the tank.  I realize that the restaurant can’t really control what kids do when they come to the place, but just a warning to anyone considering going to the Aquarium, it is clearly a kid magnet place despite the cost.  You might be better off having lunch at your local kindergarten.  It would be way cheaper and the fishsticks would probably be better too.

We finally finished dinner and got our bills.  Ray looked at his and noticed that Suzie’s dinner was still on it.  Vincent told him he didn’t have the power to remove it, so Ray asked for the manager - again.  We again, probably a little less politely, told him what a horrible evening it has been.  He did take the dinner, as well as the two cups of clam chowder, off of Ray’s bill, but didn’t offer us anything.  Suffice to say I give the place ten negative stars and would urge everyone to steer clear of the place at any cost.  After dinner we drove back to the RV park and relaxed the rest of the evening.       

Thursday, August 2nd, we left the coach about 12:30 with the Babcocks and drove to downtown Nashville, near the State Capitol, to take the “Nash Trash Tour” around Nashville.  If you have a sense of humor and are not easily offended, this is an absolute must-see for anyone coming to Nashville.  Two women, who call themselves Sheri Lynn & Brenda Kay, the Jugg Sisters, bought themselves a school bus, painted it shocking pink, and started doing these tours of Nashville.  The revel in portraying stereotypical, big hair, heavy makeup, loud, trailer trash red neck southern women.  It is really more of a two hour comedy show with a few Nashville sights thrown in for good measure.

This trip had been recommended to us by some friends when we were here back in 2006.  They had gone on it a year or two before and told us we just had to go.  We enjoyed the tour so much we wanted to go again and take the Babcocks along with us.  We probably would have gone again even if we didn’t have Ray and Suzie with us.  It is NOT for someone without a sense of humor or someone who is easily offended.  Although all the humor is good natured, it is a little risque, or as they used to say, “blue”, but not overtly so.  The real Walmart trailer trash types might get their noses bent out of joint too, but they probably wouldn’t take the trip anyway.

We arrived about an hour early for the tour because we wanted to make sure we got seats together on the bus, it’s first come, first serve for seats.  There is a farmer’s market where the bus boards, so we spent a while walking around there and then just waited for boarding time.  After they load up the bus the Juggs, I will just call them that for the rest of this story, go through the entire bus, about 25 people, and get everyone’s name and where they are from.  They then proceed to make jokes about them.  You can’t be thin-skinned and enjoy this trip!  The amazing thing is that for the rest of the two hours or so they remember everyone’s name.  We had noticed this on our first trip and it has been mentioned in many of the reviews of the tour that I have read online.  Considering the do two tours a day, six days a week, since 1997, and they can do this is amazing.  I sometimes have trouble remembering the names of people I have known for 20 years.

For the rest of the tour they do little song parodies, hang out the windows yelling at random strangers, flirt with one or two carefully selected passengers, and just generally make jokes for two hours.  They point out people on the street and call them by celebrity names, like two Black gals on a corner were Aretha and Beyonce.  We drove by a construction site and there was a cop directing traffic.  One of the gals leaned out the open window and yelled, “hey, you left your handcuffs at my place last night.”  The cop laughed and waved.  I guess they are used to the bus going through town.  In 2006 we were going by the fire station and there were some fireman out in the driveway.  She yells, “show us your hoses!”

At about the half way point they make a stop at the Country Music Hall of Fame building for a bathroom break.  A tour of the museum is not included, but you do get to go into the lobby, which has a full bar.  They allow, actually encourage, drinking on the bus.  They tell you on the website to BYOB.  On this tour there was a 20-something guy named Adam, who was on the tour with his wife and sister-in-law.  Adam was the designated target for Brenda Kay.  She flirted and made lewd remarks to him for the entire trip and he, and everyone else, loved it.  Of course, both Ray and I got our pictures taken with the Juggs, but we couldn’t compete with Adam.

After the tour was over we bought a couple of tee shirts and said goodbye to the Juggs until the next time.  I will repeat, if you come to Nashville and want to have some irreverent laughs, be sure to look up the Nash Trash Tour and “get trashed on the Big Pink Bus” like we did.  Be sure to make your plans, and your reservations, a couple of months in advance.  These tours are booked solid and you may not get on if you wait until you get to town.  After the tour we headed back towards the RV park, stopping to get a couple of geocaches along the way.  We had to have at least one to fill the date on our days of the year challenge.  We ended up with two new finds and one DNF.

We had cocktails with the Babcocks and then Ray and I went to a little market just down the street from the RV park and got pizza for dinner.  There is a franchise company called Hunt Brothers Pizza that puts pizza ovens in small convenience stores, gas stations and other similar venues all over the country.  They have about 6,000 outlets around the country.  We first had one at an RV park we were in Miami in 2006.  They have the best super thin crust pizza around.  The regular one is pretty good too, and they are not expensive.  We had dinner with the Babcocks, enjoyed our pizza and laughed some more about the tour before heading back to our coach and relaxing the rest of the night.

Friday, August 3rd, we woke up slightly less rested than we would have liked.  The weather alert radio went off twice in the middle of the night with warnings of severe thunderstorms.  Fortunately, neither of the storms came over us.  I did get up for the first one, since the warning was for the county we are in, and watched the progression on the computer for about 45 minutes.  It went just north of us and then, after it had passed to the east, came south, so it basically went literally around us.  The warning talked of inch size hail, which, along with high winds, is what scares me most about thunderstorms.  The rain is no big deal, we are watertight.  It is the prospect of hail punching holes in our vents, skylights and windows that worries me.

We left the coach after lunch for some more exploration with the Babcocks.  We first made a quick stop so Jackie could get her hair cut, then we continued down into downtown Nashville for some in-car, drive-by sightseeing.  We had seen a few things downtown from the bus tour yesterday, but we wanted to take a more leisurely look at things.  It was too hot and humid for us to want to go out and walk around, but the downtown area is mostly bars and restaurants anyway.  Downtown Nashville is really more of a nightlife place than daytime touristy. 

We spent about 90 minutes driving around looking at the sights, including trying to get a couple of geocaches, but we didn’t have much luck.  We couldn’t get close enough to any of the downtown caches, which were all virtuals, to get the information we needed to take credit for the cache.  We finally found one, an old fort right on the Cumberland River where we could find a place to park long enough for Ray to jump out and get the info we needed for the log.  After downtown we went back to the Farmer’s Market, which on the weekend includes a swap meet, and walked around there for about an hour before heading back to Goodletsville where the RV park is located.  We stopped a several stores to do some needed shopping before heading back to the park.  We had cocktails with the Babcocks but then went back to our own coach for dinner.  After dinner we watched TV for the rest of the evening.

Saturday, August 4th, we are up and out of the coaches by about 10:30 and in Ray’s car heading south on I-65 to the southwest side of Nashville, about 35 miles from our RV park.  Our destination is The Loveless CafĂ©.  As a bit of background, almost two weeks ago, as we were leaving Tupelo, Mississippi to continue of journey on the Natchez Trace, we had stopped at a local gas station to refuel the coach.  After fueling I pulled into a big parking lot next door to the station adjacent to a mom and pop type truck repair shop, big rig trucks.  The owner was working in the shop and came over to chat with me while I was hooking up the car.  Most folks in this part of the country are pretty friendly.  He told me he used to have a diesel coach and has RVed in the past, so we talked about our travels and so forth.  When I mentioned that we were doing the Natchez Trace Parkway he said that there was a great restaurant with food that is to die for located just a block from the northern terminus of the Trace Parkway at the south edge of Nashville.  He couldn’t remember the name but said you will drive right past it and can’t mis it because of the number of cars in the lot.

Five days later, when we finished the Trace and arrived in Nashville, we did see the place and noted that it was called Loveless CafĂ© and Motel, and it was, indeed, packed with cars and people.  Since we were in the motor home we didn’t stop, but said we need to check on this place.  We did some checks of reviews and found that it was extremely highly rated on several of the review sites so we decided that sometime during our stay here we would make a trip back down to that part of Nashville to go to the Loveless CafĂ©.  Today was that day.  We arrived at the CafĂ© at 11:20 and the lot was full of cars and there were people waiting all over the place.  When I registered for a table for four they told us that it was about an hour and forty minute wait.  During our research we had learned that this was not at all unusual and the wait could be two or three hours on weekends. 

The first business on the site was known as the Harpeth Valley Tea Room.  In 1951 Lon and Annie Loveless bought the property and started serving fried chicken and biscuits to travelers driving up and down US Highway 100, one of the main roads in this pre-interstate era.  They set up picnic tables in the front yard and sold their food out their front door.  They later converted the rooms of the early 1900's home into a dining room and kitchen and built 14 motel rooms adjacent to the cafĂ©, creating The Loveless Motel and CafĂ©.  They also enlarged the menu to include country hams that were cured, smoked and carved on the premises.

Over the years the property was sold several different times but the name, and famous sign on the side of the road out front, remained the same.  Supposedly, according to the literature at the cafĂ©, so did the now famous secret biscuit recipe, which was handed down from new owner to new owner.  In 1982 the current owner expanded by creating Loveless Motel and Cafe’s “Hams & Jams” mail-order business and catalog.  

With the introduction of the interstate highways and Nashville’s increasing growth, the Loveless began to emphasize its cafĂ© and mail order products, as it moved away from the motel business. Motel operations ceased in 1985 and the 14 units were converted into retail space, although the sign remained the same.  The only change is that the “No Vacancy” part of the sign is continuously lit.

We spent about an hour walking through the various shops on the property, which include an antique store, a bike shop, and the Loveless Hams & Jams shop.  The rest of the wait we just sat and watched people walking around.  Our wait actually ended up being an hour and twenty-five minutes.  The hardest part was sitting around for that long smelling the great scents coming from the kitchen and the smoke house right next door.

Once we got to the table we found the service to be very good.  They have an extensive menu that includes a wide variety of Southern style items for breakfast, lunch or dinner.  I ended up getting their Southern sampler platter, which included three different meat choices and two sides.  I got the pulled pork, the meatloaf and the fried chicken.  There were a dozen sides to choose from and I picked mashed potatoes and creamed corn.  Ray got the same meal except he chose country ham instead of meatloaf.  Jackie got the daily special, which was a spicy fried quarter chicken, and Suzie got the chicken fried steak.  Ray actually ordered two complete entree’s because he couldn’t make up his mind.  His second entree’ was the fried chicken livers.  All of the food was as advertised and promised, to die for! 

Everything on my plate was outstanding, and everyone else in our party said the same thing.  The only exception was Ray didn’t care for his turnip greens.  Out of all the food on the table, that was it for critical comments.  By the way, the “secret” biscuit recipe was outstanding as well.  Jackie tasted Ray’s chicken livers and liked them so much she got an order to go before we left.  And the prices were very reasonable too.  Our two meals, Jackie’s to-go chicken livers, and drinks, including a beer for me, was $46, about a third of what we paid for the disaster at the Aquarium restaurant a few nights ago.  Anyone passing within fifty miles of Nashville has GOT to go to the Loveless CafĂ©.  It’s on Highway 100 at the south edge of the Nashville city limits.  It is only about five miles off of Interstate 40, but use a GPS because the roads around Nashville are really confusing.

After our wonderful lunch, which was also dinner for the day, we got back in the car and drove to the Nashville Elks Lodge, which is actually in the City of Franklin, Tennessee, a few miles south of Nashville on I-65.  Jackie and I had visited this lodge back in 2006 and our notes indicated that it was a very friendly lodge with very nice facilities.  The lodge is on a hilltop and is a big building with a great view of the surrounding countryside.  They have a pool and lots of space.  The building is new, built in 1999, but he lodge is one of the oldest in Tennessee, chartered back in the 1890's.  The lodge number is 72 which makes it one of the older lodges we have visited.

There were a few people in the bar when we got there about 2:00, including the bar manager.  They were cordial and the lodge did buy or first drink and give us lodge pins at no cost.  Unfortunately, it seemed like everyone in the bar was smoking, including the bar manager with a cigar, and despite the “smoke-eater” fans we were choking on the smoke.  The final straw was someone turned on the jukebox at very high volume and that, along with the half dozen TVs playing, made conversation impossible.  We ended up just paying for the first drink and leaving after about a half hour because it was just too uncomfortable.

We didn’t do anymore exploring because the weather had turned bad and there were rain showers on and off all over the area.  We drove the forty miles back to our campground on the northeast side of town and settled in for the rest of the night.  We had cocktails with the Babcocks, but no one wanted a dinner after our big lunch.  After cocktails we went back to our coach for the rest of the night and watched TV.   

Sunday, August 5th, our last day in Nashville.  We had awakened to dark skies after a night of on and off rain.  No thunderstorms to speak of, but quite a lot of rain.  We needed to get at least one cache today because of our quest to have a find for every day of the year, and this date had no finds.  We knew we weren’t going to do a lot of caching because everything was wet and there were more thunderstorms and rain showers in the forecast.  The four of us left after lunch and drove a few miles south and found one cache.  It happened to be by the sign marking the entrance to the campus of the Dollar General corporation.  Dollar General, along with it’s rival Family dollar, are this generation’s “dime stores” and are a kind of general store.  They are really big in the south, although they have a presence all over the country.

As soon as we got the one find the rain started again we just headed back home with our one find.  After the rain stopped Ray and I did some cleaning up outside, taking down screens and so forth, getting ready for travel in the morning.  After that we spent the rest of the day relaxing and doing little chores in the coach.  We got together with the Babcocks for cocktails, but had dinner on our own.

Monday, August 6th, travel day and, although the sky was dark and cloudy, there was no rain when we got up.  We packed up and left the RV park about 9:30 and headed north on I-65 out of the Nashville area, going towards Louisville, Kentucky, about 150 miles away.  We are actually headed for Fort Knox, the Army base that is also the home for the nation’s gold bullion repository.  Since Ray is a disabled vet he has a military ID which allows him to use the camping facilities that are on a lot of military bases around the country.  He had found out that Fort Knox, which is only about 20 miles from Louisville, has a nice campground and they would probably have room for us.  He can take us in as his guests.

We were only 25 miles from the state border when we left Goodletsville and we crossed into Kentucky pretty early in the trip.  This is our first time in Kentucky.  Although we have traveled through 42 of the 49 continental states, all but Kentucky are in the northeast.  When we traveled through the south and east in 2006 we didn’t get up to Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, New Jersey, or Maryland.  Somehow in all that travel, plus our travels in the Midwest in 2008, we managed to miss Kentucky.  We were all around it, but never went through it.  Our map on the side of the coach has had this big white hole in the middle all this time.  Now we have filled it in.  Yea us!

We stopped at a Flying J truck stop right after entering Kentucky to get fuel and fill our propane.  We need to make sure our propane is full when we go to the rallies because if we only have 30 amp electric we need to use the gas water heater.  We made one other stop for lunch at a rest area before rolling into Fort Knox and the Camp Carlson Campground about 2:30 local time.  It was really 1:30 our time, but along the way up I-65 we passed into the Eastern Time Zone and lost an hour.  Western Kentucky is in the Central Time Zone, but most of the state is in the Eastern.  We got no rain along the way and by the time we got to Fort Knox the skies were mostly clear.

The military campground we are staying in is what they consider “off post” meaning that, although it is on the military reservation, the physical land of the base, it is not connected to the rest of the base.  This means you don’t have to go through a guarded gate to get into the campground.  We registered and for the entire eight day stay we paid $105, a pretty good bargain for a nice 50 amp, full hookup site.  We got settled into our campsite and were happy that it was not quite as hot or humid as it was in Nashville.  We got together with the Babcocks for cocktails and then dinner again in our own coach.  We relaxed the rest of the night.

Our arrival into Kentucky for the first time marks a great place to close this episode of the blog and get it published.  We have ten days until the rally circuit starts, most of which will be spent here at Fort Knox.  Until the next time, spend each day looking for the happy in life.  See ya.